Not only that, after exchanging a punch, the two did not separate. Instead, they raised their fists again and smashed towards each other.
Neither of them gave way, like bulls locked in combat, ready to crush the other at any opportunity.
With every clash between Chen Fan and the Witch God, a thunderous sound erupted, as if the world was coming to an end.
Furthermore, the void where they fought became extremely unstable, with dark fissures appearing everywhere, all squeezed into existence by the collision of their peerless power.
As time passed, Chen Fan grew stronger with each battle, retreating not an inch. No matter how powerful or terrifying the Witch God's strength was, Chen Fan endured it all, without any reservation.
This turn of events caused Su Yingxia's eyes to regain their brilliance, and as time went on, they grew even brighter.
Chen Fan was continuously growing stronger, and the gap between him and the Witch God was shrinking!
This was not only evident to Su Yingxia, but even the Blood Witch tribe members could sense it.
They lost their previous arrogance, and many faces showed signs of worry.
If their Great Witch God were to be defeated, would they still be able to survive?
The battle continued, and Chen Fan's aura kept strengthening, as if without a bottom line, which greatly shocked the Witch God.
He had lived for an immeasurable age and encountered countless opponents, but he had never seen anyone like Chen Fan, who could keep getting stronger, and no matter how much power he exerted, he couldn't completely crush him.
This caused a hint of anxiety to stir within him.
"Old god, you should vanish!"
Chen Fan's punch struck the Witch God's shoulder, instantly piercing it. He himself was merely sent flying back.
He did not stop. He summoned his long sword again, and the light emanating from his body began to change.
In an instant, another Chen Fan appeared. His aura was solid and real, as if a true clone existed.
"A clone? How is that possible?"
A hint of panic flickered in the Witch God's eyes.
If this were merely a movement technique or a spell, he would not have felt anything; it would just be an attack method.
But if this were Chen Fan's clone, the situation would be entirely different.
This was precisely the case. He used his divine power to sense both Chen Fans and found that their auras were indistinguishable and not at all false.
At his level, deceiving his eyes was practically impossible.
How did Chen Fan manage to do it?
Putting aside his doubts, he dared not be careless in facing Chen Fan's attack.
In their previous clash, his shoulder had been pierced by a punch. Although he could recover instantly, it still consumed energy.
If this continued, he would eventually be worn down and annihilated.
This was something he could not accept.
Having finally obtained a chance at rebirth, he had not yet truly seen the world, nor had he fulfilled his ambitions. He would absolutely not perish like this.
"To be able to push me to this extent, you are honored enough!"
The Witch God spoke, forming a hand seal.
At the same time, his body instantly became illusory, as if it had merged with the heavens and earth. As long as the heavens did not shatter, he could not be killed.
Simply put, Chen Fan's attacks could not shake him; he was already in an invincible position.
"Honored?"
"Don't use your old ways on the current world. You are not superior!"
Chen Fan's voice was cold, and the light in his eyes turned golden, as if two suns were floating within them.
With his aura surging, Chen Fan was like a true deity, every movement exuding unparalleled grace and nobility.
This demeanor seemed to emanate from the depths of his bones.
Compared to the Witch God, he, a human who had attained divine-level power, seemed like the true god.
This feeling utterly overturned the worldviews of the Blood Witch tribe members.
Even the Witch God himself was greatly astonished.
But he felt more rage.
This human deserved to die. Not only had he provoked him, but he had also insulted him.
After all, in ancient times, the consequence of daring to provoke a god was nothing less than death.
"You, deserve to die!"
The Witch God was thoroughly enraged. He directly summoned the scepter in his hand, then formed hand seals, and waves of black radiance emanated outward.
Furthermore, the ground began to shake violently, and terrifying fissures appeared, as if some ghostly beings were about to crawl out from underground.
This ability had actually been displayed by the Blood Witch tribe before.
But the previous witches, even the Great Witch, were no match for the current Witch God; they were not on the same level at all.
"Come forth, and tear apart this arrogant human!"
As the Witch God, his control extended not only to his own power but also to many unfathomable sorceries.
If he had not wanted to kill Chen Fan himself, he would not have been insulted by Chen Fan.
But now, he could no longer care. He only wanted to kill the human before him as quickly as possible, because he truly detested him.
"What, are you enraged?"
"Too bad, you will still die!"
Seeing the scene unfolding below, Chen Fan remained unmoved. He possessed an invincible conviction, and no matter what kind of sorcery the opponent used, it could not truly shake him.
The Witch God remained silent, unwilling to waste more words.
"Rumble!!"
Under the horrified gaze of everyone below, a claw extended from beneath the ground.
This claw was incredibly massive, covered in dark gray fur. Calling it fur was not entirely accurate, as these hairs emitted a strange luster, like divine weapons, sharp and indestructible.