Chapter 1290 - Chapter 1290 709
Chapter 1290: 709 Chapter 1290: 709 His body trembling, he suddenly shuddered, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He was keenly aware that he had angered Logan, and the consequences were unimaginable. Thus, he quickly lowered his head, speaking with a quivering voice, “Master… it was not intentional, please forgive me, Master! I will never speak out of turn again!”
Upon hearing this, Logan snorted coldly, retracting his piercing gaze. He returned to his cultivation as if nothing had happened. Yet, the atmosphere in the room remained tense and oppressive, the Demon Race member not daring to take a deep breath.
“What are you still doing here? Get out, now!” Logan’s voice rang out again, bone-chillingly cold. On hearing this, as if pardoned, the Demon Race member hurriedly turned and fled from the oppressive room.
After the Demon Race member had left, Logan slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was deep and complex, as if pondering some grave matter. He could feel an immense power within the City Lord’s Mansion, a power much stronger than what he had sensed before. He knew this was because they had moved their power out to deal with external threats and challenges.
However, this also heightened Logan’s anxiety about the future of the Demon Race. Though the Demon Race was powerful, they were now facing an unprecedented crisis. Several powerful families within the Demon Race had weakened, and the overall strength of the Demon Race was gradually declining. If no action was taken, the Demon Race might truly head towards extinction.
Drawing a deep breath, Logan’s eyes shone with determination. He knew he could not just sit by and do nothing; he must find a way to save the Demon Race. So, he began contemplating how to enhance the Demon Race’s power, how to lead them out of this predicament. He knew it was a path full of challenges and hardships, yet he took it without any hesitation.
At the end of the dark and profound corridor of the Demon Clan Castle, the dim light barely illuminated the path ahead. A Demon Race member stood at Logan’s door, his figure exceptionally solitary in the flickering candlelight. His face was filled with worry and anxiety, his brows furrowed as if bearing the fate of the entire Demon Race. The night was as dark as ink, the castle’s candles flickering, casting his slightly pale features into even more profound heaviness and unease.
“The Demon Race’s power has been waning, and within several powerful families, the strength of the Demon Race has also become much weaker,” he uttered each word deliberately, his light voice heavy as if every word was carrying the fate of the Demon Race’s future, also revealing the depths of worry and helplessness in his heart.
Taking a deep breath and mustering courage, he prepared to continue persuading Logan, “Master, you are amongst the elite of the Demon Race, held in high esteem, we all have great expectations of you. Now that the Demon Race is facing such difficulties, we hope that you can step forward, plan a path for the future of the Demon Race, and lead us out of this darkness.”
Yet, before he could finish speaking, a chilling aura suddenly emanated from within the room. Following that, Logan’s sharp gaze like a blade swept over him. That look was like a lightning bolt in the frigid night, instantly crushing him and giving him an enduring sense of oppression.
In that gaze was an endless majesty and indifference, as if it could peer into the deepest secrets of the human heart, leaving him nowhere to hide. He felt as if struck by lightning, a chill running down his spine, his entire being enveloped by an invisible force, making breathing difficult. His heart raced, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, nearly falling on the floor, his entire body trembling.