REINCARNATION OF THE STRONGEST WAR HERO-Chapter 289: Evil Sprit Family

While Logan was busy breaking through, three figures stood in the distance, silently observing him. Each radiated an aura so powerful that the air around them seemed to tremble. If Logan hadn’t been preoccupied with his tribulation, he would’ve been utterly shocked — because all three were Martial Saints.

"This brat is the one we’re looking for? Are you sure about that?" one of them asked, his tone skeptical. They kept their distance, for the area surrounding Logan’s stone seat had already been reduced to ruins by the raging tribulation.

"Yeah," another replied firmly. "The Patriarch just confirmed that the Dragon Lamp is glowing brighter than ever. And it’s pointing directly toward this place — where the tribulation is happening. I’m almost certain he’s the one we’ve been searching for."

The third man gave a faint chuckle. "Lifeng, the one you’re calling a brat, has already broken through to the Martial King realm. He’s not just some ordinary kid anymore."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Lifeng waved his hand dismissively. "I get it — he’s talented. But we need to make him join us before anyone from the Five Spirit Families gets to him first."

"Agreed," the second one nodded. "Let’s wait until he’s done with his breakthrough. But still... he’s already done with his breakthrough. So why aren’t the tribulation clouds dispersing yet?"

These three belonged to the Evil Spirit Families, which, like the Five Spirit Families, resided on Spirit Mountain. Just like the girl and the young man from Wang’s Family, they had been sent out to search for the individual who had awakened the ability to inherit the Golden Dragon’s legacy.

Fortunately for them, unlike the girl and the young man, they had come to Arcadia first. That was why they managed to arrive so quickly, as they weren’t far from Aerundale.

Silence fell as all three focused their gazes on Logan, who sat motionless atop the shattered stone, his chest rising and falling slowly — like a statue amidst chaos.

Meanwhile, back at the Smith Family, even after searching every corner of the estate, no one could find any trace of Logan.

Rowan, who had been still standing in the courtyard, suddenly rushed outside.

He turned toward one of the guards and said urgently, "I need a horse. Now!"

The guards recognized exactly who Rowan was. So they didn’t dare disobey or even show the slightest hint of hesitation. One of them sprinted toward the stable and, within moments, returned, leading a strong, black stallion.

Without wasting another word, Rowan mounted the horse and spurred it forward in the direction where the dark clouds had gathered. "If I’m not mistaken," he muttered under his breath, "he’s in the middle of a breakthrough. He’ll be vulnerable at this moment... I need to be there in case he needs help."

The horse galloped through the open fields, kicking up dust.

But Rowan wasn’t the only one heading there.

Just like the girl and the young man, Gazel and Sirus had also noticed the anomaly, and at that moment, all of them were rushing toward where Logan was.

"What the hell is going on there?" Sirus asked as he ran alongside Gazel, his expression tense.

"How should I know?" Gazel snapped, eyes fixed ahead. "I’m seeing the same thing you are! Just shut up and keep moving — we need to get there before whatever’s happening ends."

Time passed, but the clouds refused to disperse. On the contrary, it felt as though even more were gathering, thickening the darkness above.

Beneath that stormy sky, Logan sat unmoving. His internal energy continued to swell, surging like a tide that knew no end. At this moment, every thought about how he would defeat the Solmyr dungeon boss or solve the problems looming over the other planets had been washed away. His entire being was focused on a single purpose — refining the vast spiritual energy coursing through him.

As seconds passed, his muscles tightened and strengthened, veins bulging faintly under his skin. It even felt as though his very skeleton was evolving — his frame struggling to contain the immense energy raging within. Cracks echoed faintly from his bones, yet he didn’t flinch. Pain was nothing new to him. In his past life, every breakthrough had demanded agony, and countless battles had pushed him to the brink of death. Compared to those moments, this was nothing. He welcomed the pain — because what didn’t kill him would only make him stronger.

A few minutes later, Rowan arrived within the vicinity. The place wasn’t far from the Smith Villa, so it hadn’t taken him long. From a distance, he caught sight of Logan — sitting still beneath the turbulent sky. He urged his horse forward, but before he could advance much farther, the animal reared up, neighing wildly, refusing to move another step. Its entire body trembled in fear, as though warning its rider that venturing closer would be courting death.

The loud neighs drew attention. The three cultivators from the Evil Spirit Families, who also had been waiting nearby for Logan’s tribulation to end, immediately noticed Rowan’s arrival.

"Who’s that?" one of them asked.

"Maybe someone who knows the brat," Lifeng replied.

"Should we capture him?" another suggested.

"That’s a good idea," Lifeng chuckled darkly. "If he refuses to cooperate, we can use him as leverage."

The other two exchanged silent glances, and then, in the next instant, their figures blurred, darting toward Rowan like shadows in the storm.

Rowan, who had been cautiously making his way toward Logan, suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure — the kind that made every instinct scream danger, as if a pack of predators were about to pounce.

He spun around sharply, lightning crackling in his hands as he prepared to strike, but before he could react, a brutal punch slammed into his stomach. The impact knocked the air out of him, and his body crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The three figures stood over Rowan’s fallen body. One of them stepped forward and grabbed Logan by the neck, lifting him as if he were an object rather than a person.

"Let’s move into the trees. If anyone else shows up, we’ll capture them the same way," one of them said coldly.

Moments later, their figures blurred and vanished into the forest, melting seamlessly into the shadows between the trees.