Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 841 - 496: Spirit Wings

Chapter 841 -496: Spirit Wings

Seeing that the Spirit Bear wasn’t fooled and didn’t charge forward headlong, but circled back to attack him instead, Logan slightly furrowed his brow, a glint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

“Damn it, it seems this Spirit Bear is not as clumsy as ordinary bears and has some understanding of human strategies—it’s rather smart too,” Logan muttered.

Upon hearing this, Little White couldn’t help but roll its eyes.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was its owner, it would have liked to mock him to his face.

After all, it was a Spirit Beast, not a common wild animal from the deep mountains. Those endowed with Spiritual Intelligence were naturally extraordinary compared to ordinary wild animals.

If one were to guess the thoughts of a Spirit Beast using the methods used for common wild animals,

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it would indeed be strange if they didn’t fall into a pitfall.

Feeling somewhat traitorous, Little White couldn’t help but internally cheer for the Spirit Bear while simultaneously hoping for its master’s victory.

“Since you’re not an ordinary wild animal, I can’t treat this like playing with a pet. Little bear, then you can’t blame me for getting serious,” Logan declared.

Little White’s eyes widened in admiration as it watched from a tree branch.

Its master was so powerful, truly formidable—it was proud to have him as its owner.

Feeling a mix of bashfulness and longing, Little White blinked its eyes adoringly.

Once Logan set his heart on something, he would put in his utmost effort—even if his opponent was only a bear, he wouldn’t underestimate it.

Though smaller in stature, he was quicker than the bear and used his speed advantage to dart behind it.

To be honest, the Spirit Bear’s speed was formidable among the Spirit Beasts and wild animals he had encountered, but regretfully, it still wasn’t a match for him.

And for those who are just slightly slower and cannot catch up with his speed, defeat was certain.

After darting behind the Spirit Beast, his swift hands immediately delivered a slash to its back.

“Roar!” The strike was not light, cutting deep enough to split the bear’s hide and flesh.

The Spirit Bear, feeling immense pain, bellowed out loud, its eyes gradually turning a bloody red and its demeanor becoming frenzied.

“Good, that’s how it should be; as a wild animal, how can you remain so composed? You should be more ferocious!” Logan exclaimed.

For wild animals, becoming agitated was often fatal.

But for him, it was a welcome development.

So, in fact, Logan had been deliberately manipulating the emotions of the Spirit Bear.

Once it lost its reason, he could find its flaws.

Therefore, Logan had opted not for a head-on confrontation but for a battle of wits.

After a round of back and forth with the Spirit Bear, he was barely out of breath and only slightly fatigued, with no other harm done.

The Spirit Bear, on the other hand, felt like the cunning human was as slippery as a worm, too slender and elusive to grasp.

Moreover, the human was swift, occasionally landing a cut.

Its body was bloodied and lacerated.

Yet the human had not sustained a single injury, which drove the Spirit Bear into a frenzied irritation, compounded by the pain on its body, eroding its reason and causing it to lose its mind.

From its perch in the tree, Little White silently praised its master’s shrewdness; this style of engagement was effectively wearing down the Spirit Bear, and it surmised that it wouldn’t be long before the Spirit Beast was dealt with.

Little White was still rooting for its owner. Sensing the overwhelming advantage on its master’s side, it naturally shared in the joy, and sure enough, after a game of cat and mouse with the Spirit Bear,

Logan, determining that the time was ripe and having pinpointed his adversary’s weakness,

suddenly raised his sword and channeled almost all of his Spiritual Power into it, thrusting it straight toward the Spirit Bear’s chest.

In the next moment, before the Spirit Bear could react, it was struck through the heart.

Whether beast or human, the heart is critical, and without it, no amount of strength could revive one.

The Spirit Bear looked at its wound and showed a human-like disbelief in its beastly eyes, but no matter the shock or unwillingness,

its massive body still collapsed.

Due to its enormity, its fall to the ground made a “bang” sound.

Upon seeing this, Logan let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked up, smiling at Little White, “Come down, Little White. It’s safe now.”

Only then did Little White scamper down from the tree, leaping into his arms.

Fawning and licking, it seemed quite pleased, celebrating his victory.

Logan enjoyed Little White’s enthusiasm, playfully engaging with his pet before he remembered his purpose, “Alright, no more fooling around, we’ve taken care of the big problem. Next, we’re heading into the cave, and we don’t know what other troubles lie inside. Stick close to me and don’t fall behind. If some beast eats you, I won’t be able to save you.”

Little White shrank its neck as if startled, and burrowed into his embrace.

Logan chuckled indulgently, stroking Little White’s smooth fur, and proceeded with caution.

What neither of them knew was that after they had left, the paw of the Spirit Bear, which should have been dead, moved slightly, and its eyes opened, revealing a hint of bloodlust.

At that time, Logan, already leading Little White into the cave, heard faint footsteps coming from behind after only a few steps.

A sharp look crossed his eyes as he glanced down at Little White in his arms.

“Little White, it seems we moved too quickly; we didn’t clean up everything thoroughly.”

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