CHAPTER 870: No One Leaves!

Logue's arrival had frightened many of the Observers. They scurried away to keep their distance from the Sovereign.

As Logue made no deliberate attempt to hide the powerful aura surrounding his body, the two fighting Overgods sensed his presence as soon as he reached the Pandemonium. Both Salas and Ossora were shocked and became cautious as they attacked each other. They feared that the treacherous Logue might launch a sneak attack against them.

Sovereign Wasir arrived a few hours after Logue. His arrival caused cold winds to blow across Pandemonium and the surrounding temperature to drop.

When Logue and Wasir appeared on the Pandemonium, many of the bystanders felt threatened and kept their distance. While some decided to leave, others hid behind narrow slits in mountain walls and other places to watch the fight.

"Haha, I couldn't have imagined it - Salas and Ossora fighting over a nobody! It seems the Fringe has been peaceful for far too long. Everyone's looking for a little excitement," Logue remarked with a faint smile as he watched the fight.

Wasir turned his icy gaze on Logue, who was hovering nearby, and calmly remarked, "Ossora failed to see the bigger picture. How foolish of him to help an outsider."

Logue turned to Wasir and beamed. He said, "The way I see it, helping this boy is just an excuse. I suspect his real intention is to show everyone that he's stronger."

Hearing these words, Wasir groaned and said contemptuously, "This is very sneaky of Ossora. But if he defeats Salas, will you take the opportunity to fight him?"

Logue seemed stunned. He shook his head and replied, "I'm too busy to do that, but it sounds like you want to. You should do it!"

"Too busy? Then why did you come all the way here?" Wasir grinned and said, "If I attack Ossora, you will just sit there and watch until we are both injured before you jump in and attack both of us. Hehe, nice try, Logue!"

"Oh Wasir, you're being paranoid!" replied Logue, as if he had been wrongly accused - as if he hadn't been the one with the malicious plan.

Wasir scoffed and said nothing further. The Five Sovereigns knew each other well, not only in their strengths but also in their personalities. Logue was the kind of person who might appear polite and friendly on the surface as he woven his treacherous plots. But when the time came, when the perfect opportunity presented itself, he would ruthlessly murder without the slightest hesitation.

If Logue hadn't been there, after Salas and Ossora had fought, Wasir might have attacked the victor. But with Logue there, Wasir dared not rush into action for fear of becoming Logue's victim.

While Logue and Wasir talked, Salas and Ossora continued to fight. Salas and Ossora were evenly matched in strength. But things had changed after Salas had effectively destroyed several of his Power of Faith supply streams during the battle with Han Shuo, and after Salas had used up a good deal of his Divine Energy on the Pandemonium.

Therefore, by this stage of the battle, Salas had begun to show signs of fatigue. Ossora had used defensive measures from the beginning of the battle. He used the tremendous defensive power of Earth Energy to neutralise Salas's lightning bolts, draining Salas's energy. Then, as the battle progressed and Salas showed signs of running out of divine energy, Ossora finally switched from defensive to offensive.

One was energetic, the other exhausted. After many hours of attrition, Salas finally realised the gravity of his situation. Ossora's attacks had become more ferocious and Salas was finding it difficult to cope. Slowly but surely, Salas was losing the battle.

Most of the spectators were unable to see the fight. However, they could tell which side had the upper hand by the intensity of the elemental energies around them.

As the battle began, the environment was flooded with the energy of lightning. Bright flashes of lightning had set the sky ablaze, while the earth energy seemed rather weak. However, as time passed, the spectators noticed that the tide was slowly turning. The lightning energy was getting weaker, while the earth energy was getting thicker.

The spectators understood that Salas was losing the battle. Unbeknownst to them, Ossora had started the battle with an advantage over Salas, and had concluded that Ossora was stronger than Salas.

This small observation alone was enough to have a major impact on the Sovereigns' careers. From that moment on, the unaffiliated Fierce Gods of all the Twelve Dominions who entered the Fringe would choose to serve Ossora over Salas, simply because the former seemed slightly stronger.

Four of the Five Sovereigns had gathered above the Pandemonium. Only Tyre, the supposedly strongest Sovereign, had yet to appear.

The battle went on, and soon it was midnight. Salas was showing obvious signs of wear and tear and was having difficulty withstanding Ossora's attacks. But it seemed that Salas wouldn't give up. It was as if he had gone mad and was determined to take Ossora to hell even if it meant his own death.

Meanwhile, Ossora had won the battle, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy. He knew of Salas' unreasonable temper and that Salas was the kind of man who would fight his enemy to the death. If Logue and Wasir were not there, Ossora might be willing to fight Salas until one of them was dead.

But Ossora knew that neither Logue nor Wasir were honourable characters. If he fought Salas to the end, and even if he won, he might have to face attacks from Logue and Wasir when he was at his weakest. Ossora didn't know if he would be able to escape them at all, when he would have little energy left.

And even if Ossora could escape from Logue and Wasir, they would know that he was injured and would not hesitate to attack his underground palace. They would do all they could to destroy Ossora's forces while he hid to recover. This was not an outcome Ossora wanted.

So Ossora, who was winning the battle, began to grow hesitant. He was even more worried than Salas.

"I don't think we should keep fighting!" Ossora suddenly retreated and said to the gasping Salas with a bitter frown, "Wasir and Logue are here. If we fight to the end, it won't end well for either of us."

"Ossora, I won't let you off the hook for kicking me when I'm wounded," Salas shouted angrily. Ossora jolted, thinking that Salas would risk his life and fight to the end. "But I will let you go for now. I will look for you in your underground palace when I have recovered!" Salas groaned coldly after giving Logue and Wasir a cold look.

Though Salas had an impetuous personality, he was sensible enough to realise that he was in a bad position. Logue and Wasir were still at full strength. If he continued to fight Ossora, they would both end up badly injured or dead.

"Huh? Why did you two stop fighting?" cried Logue, making a fuss over nothing. "The fight isn't over yet! Salas, this isn't how you normally behave!"

"Wasir, and you, Logue, have you both forgotten what you promised?" shouted Salas as he looked angrily at the two Sovereigns who had been passively watching the fight. He glared at Logue as he said, "Didn't we have an agreement? Why didn't you help me?"

Logue chuckled and replied, "Oh yes, we agreed to help you, but remember, we only said we would help you against the outsider called Bryan. We never promised to help you against Ossora. Hehehe. Besides, I have been friends with Ossora for as many years as I have been friends with you. How could I be so disloyal to my friend?"

Ossora put on a false smile as he listened to Logue's false words. When Logue had finished, Ossora said with a smile, "Well, I think it's time we all went home.

By now, even Salas was so ashamed of his failures that he no longer wanted to destroy the Pandemonium, but to leave the scene as soon as possible.

"Just you wait, Ossora, I will find you in your underground palace very soon!" threatened Salas coldly, before he gestured to his troops and ordered, "Return to the Empyrean Peak!

These followers of Salas hung their heads in despondency. As followers of Salas, their interests were directly affected by the downfall of their Sovereign. The last few months had been a disaster for them. With so many of their comrades dead and their sovereign Salas looking weaker than Ossora, they wondered if they could still live well in the Fringe.

"No one leaves without my permission!" a roar suddenly sounded from the distance. Then, in the blink of an eye, a majestic figure appeared, hovering proudly above the pandemonium.

"It's you! You finally showed up!" Salas, who was about to leave, suddenly became furious. He glared at Han Shuo with great hostility, as if ready to pounce on him.

"I said no one leaves!" Han Shuo shouted coldly before his seventeen flying swords flew out. Some of the innocent bystanders who had gathered from all over the Fringe to watch the fight tried to flee. A dozen of them were killed instantly by the flying swords, including three Highgods.

The other spectators who had planned to ignore Han Shuo and flee this dangerous area were terrified. No one dared to move a muscle after seeing a dozen Something experts liquefy in an instant.

Han Shuo's eyes glittered with cold light as he floated high above the pandemonium. He expanded his consciousness, looking around and carefully examining the surroundings. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that the Pandemonium was largely intact and that the Pandemonians were safely hidden deep underground.

"Logue, Wasir, you promised to help me kill this outsider!" cried Salas.

Logue and Wasir wore astonished expressions as they gazed at the young, handsome expert in the spotlight, feeling the wild, sinister energy. The two Sovereigns seemed reluctant.