The two understood that this strike would determine the fate of the Blood Witch Clan and Chen Fan.
If Chen Fan won, the Blood Witch Clan and the Witch God would completely vanish from the world.
If the Witch God won, Chen Fan would die, Su Yingxia would die, and the divine artifacts on Chen Fan would belong to the Witch God.
From then on, the Blood Witch Clan would slowly rise to become the most powerful force in the world.
This was a battle for lives, a battle for the end.
Both poured all their strength into their final blows.
After this strike, the outcome would be clear.
The sword approached, and the scepter likewise drew near.
Their auras were like mountains and seas, distorting the surrounding void. The immense pressure pulverized碎石 (suì shí - broken stones) into powder and cracked the earth.
"Boom!"
At this moment, the blood clouds in the sky transformed into streaks of rainbow light, directly pouring into the Witch God's body.
The Dragon Patterned Luo Pan and the Golden Silk Cicada Robe also turned into light, merging with Chen Fan on a deeper level.
Just as their attacks were about to collide, a figure appeared between them.
It was a woman, her private parts covered, with large expanses of fair skin exposed elsewhere.
Her black hair danced, her skin was cracked, and blood flowed from her seven orifices. Even the sound of countless bone fractures echoed from her body.
At this moment, she had no fear, no pain, only determination and a smile.
Of course, there were also two lines of clear tears.
Su Yingxia!
Looking at this woman, Chen Fan's heart was greatly shaken, as if an ancient divine stone had fallen into his heart.
He couldn't comprehend how anyone could break through the pressure between him and the Witch God.
This was simply impossible. Not to mention a mortal, even a divine-level expert, daring to stand between them now would likely be torn into a meat paste by this boundless power.
What he couldn't fathom even more was why Su Yingxia's speed was faster than his and the Witch God's, allowing her to appear before their attacks collided.
"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh echoed, followed by scalding blood spraying wildly onto Chen Fan's face.
"Die!"
Seeing the scepter pierce through Su Yingxia's body, a fierce anger surged within Chen Fan. The aura of the sword in his hand suddenly surged again, and he thrust it into the heart of the Witch God, who had no time to dodge.
"Ah..."
The Witch God let out a mournful cry. His body was instantly shattered by the power of the Tian Cong Divine Sword.
Then, golden flames ignited on the divine sword, like Glazed Golden Flames, ready to burn everything in the world.
Gods were no exception.
The Witch God's body was burned to ashes inch by inch. Even his soul was stained by the golden flames and purified into nothingness.
As for the absorbed Great Witch Master, he had already followed his god to destruction the moment the Witch God's body was shattered.
At this moment, the dust settled!
The Witch God perished!
Chen Fan held Su Yingxia, his gaze complex.
He didn't know what he was feeling at this moment, only that it was incredibly painful, so painful he felt like he would explode.
"Why?"
"You had no ability to stop our battle..."
Chen Fan's lips trembled slightly. He didn't know what to say, only asking the question in his heart.
Su Yingxia's eyes struggled to open. Though bloodshot, they weren't fully closed.
Her face was pale, like a blank sheet of paper, but she smiled. Even with her skin cracking, she smiled without reservation.
She didn't answer Chen Fan's question, perhaps not wanting to, or perhaps she no longer had the strength to say much.
Chen Fan frantically channeled his life essence into her.
He used to dislike Su Yingxia, even hating her, but now, he didn't want this woman to die.
Su Yingxia still smiled. She tried to reach out and caress Chen Fan's face, but as she extended her arm into the air, it turned into dust.
"Do you forgive me?"
Su Yingxia's eyes were about to close. She couldn't hold on any longer!
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed, his lips trembling incessantly.
"Forgive, I forgive you, I..."
He wanted to say more, but unfortunately, Su Yingxia in his arms had already closed her eyes. Her body slowly turned into dust.
But until the very last moment, the smile on her face never changed.
She had received Chen Fan's forgiveness. That was enough!
Watching Su Yingxia turn to dust, Chen Fan felt an indescribable emotion. He was silent, not wanting to say anything.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Fan seemed to remember something. He looked up ahead.
There were no longer any members of the Blood Witch Clan.
Chen Fan's previous strike had killed the Witch God, and the people behind him had also been annihilated in that blow.
Everywhere were severed limbs and broken bodies, blood and white bones.
Biancheng had truly become a hell on earth!
After a final glance around, Chen Fan stood up and walked towards the outside of Biancheng.
At this moment, he felt neither joy nor sorrow!
...
Jingdu, Chen Family.
The Chen Family was very lively at this moment, or rather, the Chen Family was always lively.
As a top-tier influential family in Jingdu, nobles from aristocratic families, sects, and high-ranking officials would visit from time to time.
They came for no other reason than to be remembered, and even if their names were just remembered by a member of the Chen family, they would be overjoyed.
It could be said that if the Chen family didn't have measures in place, their gates would likely need repairs every few days.
The members of the Chen family were well aware of this, but there was nothing they could do.
To live in this world meant having various interactions. In a society of human relationships, they couldn't simply turn everyone away.
At this moment, outside the Chen family courtyard, a woman in a white gauze dress, wearing crystal high heels, with two pigtails, delicate and smooth skin like water, possessing bright eyes and pearly teeth, and a dot of cinnabar on her forehead, was looking around curiously.