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 , 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 mber 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 mber hurriedly turned and fled from the oppressive room.
After the Demon Race mber had left, Logan slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was deep and complex, as if pondering so grave matter. He could feel an imnse 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 predicant. 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 mber 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 beco 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.
Shivering, he almost collapsed to the ground. He knew all too well that he had infuriated Logan, and the consequences were not to be taken lightly. Promptly, he lowered his head, speaking with a quivering voice, “Master… it was not intentional, please forgive , Master! I will never speak out of turn again, it was just out of concern for the future of the Demon Race that I dared to speak up.”
Logan, hearing this, rely snorted coldly, a sound filled with endless majesty and disdain, as if to say, “Your concerns? Hmph, what insight could you possibly have?” He withdrew his piercing gaze, returning to his cultivation as if nothing had happened. But the atmosphere in the room remained as tense and suffocating as before, as if even the air had solidified.
“What are you still doing here? Get out, now!” Logan’s voice erged once more, shivering cold as ice, jolting the Demon Race mber back to reality. As if receiving amnesty, the mber swiftly turned and fled from the oppressive room, not daring to utter a word of farewell, for fear of further angering Logan.
It was only after the Demon Race mber had gone that Logan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were profound and complicated, as if contemplating sothing of great importance. He stood up, walked to the window, and stared into the pitch-black night sky, his heart swirling with endless thoughts.
He could feel the imnse power within the City Lord’s Mansion, a force much stronger than before. He knew this was because the Demon Race, to counter external threats and challenges, had consolidated most of their strength here. However, this concentration of power also exposed a problem within the Demon Race—the weakness of several major families, and the gradual decline in the overall strength of the Demon Race.
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