Su Yingxia lowered her gaze, resentment filling her.
She hated her own powerlessness, needing Chen Fan not only for rescue but also for his attention. If only she could have helped, Chen Fan wouldn't be in such a passive predicament.
Chen Fan, unaware of Su Yingxia's thoughts, watched with a grave expression as the Great Shaman effortlessly nullified his attack. The Great Shaman's strength was undoubtedly on par with the Left and Right Divine Halls, perhaps even surpassing them. This meant that even for him, victory would require considerable effort.
It seemed today would be a difficult one. However, he hadn't expected things to be easy when he came here.
He swung the Tian Cong Yun Sword again, and simultaneously pushed his palm forward. It appeared to be a light, effortless gesture, devoid of power. But the Great Shaman's expression shifted slightly. He felt an immensely powerful force; if he didn't block it, everyone present, save for a select few, would be annihilated by this palm strike.
While the power of Chen Fan's sword strike was formidable, it was merely a feint. The true killing blow was his seemingly gentle palm. The force of this palm strike far exceeded the limit of what other shamans of the Blood Witch Tribe could withstand. Even he could not easily resolve it.
"Hmph!"
The Great Shaman snorted, then slammed his staff heavily onto the ground. The aura emanating from him surged instantly, black mist swirling like a terrifying demonic fog, enveloping him entirely. Then, centered on him, a massive black dome encased him and all the Blood Witch Tribe members.
"Boom!"
A terrifying sound echoed as Chen Fan's palm strike directly impacted the black dome erected by the Great Shaman.
"Crack! Crack!!"
Crisp cracking sounds sent shivers down the spines of the Blood Witch Tribe members. They looked at Chen Fan in disbelief, their hearts filled with immense shock. How strong was this person? After all, he was facing the strongest shaman of the Blood Witch Tribe, the one they regarded as their faith. Without the Divine Witch, the Great Shaman was akin to a god, omnipotent and unstoppable. Yet, in this recent exchange, Chen Fan had not been at a disadvantage; his attack had nearly broken through the Great Shaman's spell. This was truly terrifying!
While others' feelings weren't as profound, Erduo and Tirang were drenched in cold sweat. They now realized that Chen Fan, who had been fighting them, had been holding back his strength. If not for that, this palm strike would have instantly claimed their lives. They wouldn't have had the chance to summon their precious scorpions and spiders later.
"You are powerful, but you broke your promise!"
The Great Shaman spoke in a deep voice, seemingly praising Chen Fan, yet also threatening him. Chen Fan's eyes remained unchanged, as cold as ice. A stronger flame of hatred ignited within him. These people deserved to die!
He recalled that when he first entered the hall, he hadn't carefully observed his surroundings, his attention focused entirely on Su Yingxia. But now, he saw something different. The methods of the Blood Witch Tribe were truly despicable, provoking outrage from both humans and gods. He merely sensed that the aura of the sacrificial altar was extremely mixed. It wasn't just his, Su Yingxia's, and the Blood Witch Tribe's auras present, but also hundreds, even thousands, of different weak auras. This implied that the Blood Witch Tribe had absolutely annihilated thousands of mortals who hadn't cultivated martial arts, or whose martial cultivation was shallow. In this hall, their souls couldn't transcend, forever trapped here, unable to find peace. Among them, there were undoubtedly nearly a hundred warriors. This was utterly unforgivable; he would surely fill his hatred with the blood of the Blood Witch Tribe.
"Kill!!"
Without further words, the sword in Chen Fan's hand emitted a dazzling white light. With an incredibly bizarre angle and terrifying speed, it instantly thrust towards the Great Shaman's face. This speed could almost be called spatial teleportation.
The Great Shaman's pupils twitched. This person's strength was indeed peerless. Even the hermit, with his Dragon Script Compass, had died by his hand; it was not an unjust fate. Moreover, seeing how young he was, his potential was unimaginable. This person had to be eliminated now, otherwise, for the Blood Witch Tribe, he would be a grave threat, potentially leading to their annihilation.
Facing Chen Fan's terrifying sword strike, the Great Shaman, though surprised, did not appear flustered. As the strongest figure of the Blood Witch Tribe, how could he be easily killed by a junior? How could his strength fear this brat?
With a strange arc of his staff, he blocked Chen Fan's Tian Cong Yun Sword, arriving just in time. Simultaneously, a terrifying black mist emanated from him, transforming into a powerful black hole, seeking to absorb and shred everything. Chen Fan felt an unparalleled, terrifying suction force, as if it were devouring and destroying everything in the world. He could sense the power of that black mist, far more potent than any poison fog. Chen Fan dared not approach, but it was impossible for the black mist to consume him.
"Explode for me!!"
He roared, and instantly, a terrifying white light erupted from him, illuminating the entire Great Hall as if it were daylight.
Huh?
Chen Fan's white light and the Great Shaman's black mist clashed and devoured each other, one black, one white, like two incredibly terrifying spheres of light. Yin and Yang extremes – this was about to generate an immensely powerful annihilating force.