Chen Fan and the Great Shaman retreated, neither daring to approach the black and white light orb that was colliding and merging.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Fan observed the grand sacrificial hall carefully. The more he looked, the more his inner flame burned, his blood surging as if about to erupt.
"You all deserve to die!"
Chen Fan roared again, then, disregarding the terrifying annihilation force at the center, his body transformed into an aurora and instantly broke through to the Great Shaman. The tip of the Tian Cong Yun sword had already pierced the black protective shield cast by the Great Shaman, and was about to strike his body.
"Think not!"
The Great Shaman also roared, a more powerful aura erupting from him. He resembled the god of death from hell, an icy, damp, and dim aura surging towards Chen Fan.
Not only that, but a terrifying black skull suddenly appeared in the void before Chen Fan. The skull exuded an incomparably cold luster, covered in disgusting slime, much like the spider and scorpion from before. The moment the skull appeared, its fleshless ghastly claws lunged towards Chen Fan's chest. If this attack landed, Chen Fan reckoned, even if he didn't die, he would likely lose all his combat power. He would become mere fish on the Great Shaman's chopping board. And if he lost, Su Yingxia would also suffer, and the revenge for nearly a hundred warriors would remain unavenged.
The Great Shaman was employing a strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao. If Chen Fan attacked recklessly, the consequences would be unbearable.
"Slash!!"
Chen Fan, naturally unwilling to confront the Great Shaman head-on, could only redirect his sword towards the black skull.
"Clang!"
The two clashed, emitting a metallic sound. To Chen Fan's surprise, the sword that could cleave spider legs could not wound the bizarre black skull, only leaving a very shallow white mark on its ghastly claw. If his attack was only of this magnitude, he clearly could not deal with the skull.
"Hahaha, you mere child, today is your day of death!"
"Not only will you die, but those behind you will also perish. The revenge of our scattered people will finally be avenged, and the god of our Blood Witch tribe will finally awaken!"
The Great Shaman roared with laughter, then took a step forward, like a bodiless spirit, drifting towards Chen Fan. This peculiar state truly startled Chen Fan. The methods of this Blood Witch tribe were indeed unpredictable, as if from the gods and ghosts. If the "god" he spoke of were to awaken, it would likely be a disaster for the entire world.
"You have it backward. Not only will you die today, but your entire tribe will be annihilated, and your so-called god will disappear forever!"
"The world no longer needs gods. Your kind only deserves to live in hell!"
After speaking, Chen Fan raised the Tian Cong Yun sword with both hands and slashed forward. This sword strike appeared to lack power; both its speed and strength were incomparable to his previous attacks. The group of people behind the Great Shaman sneered, thinking such an attack could shake their Great Shaman? It was simply wishful thinking!
However, the one truly facing this sword strike was not them, but the Great Shaman. His heart was currently shaken, feeling a sense of impending death. He had not experienced such a peculiar sensation for a very, very long time. Since becoming the Great Shaman of the Blood Witch tribe, he had been omnipotent, an unstoppable god. He had always been the one to decide the fate of others; when had anyone ever made him feel danger? Yet, his most genuine feeling now was that if he could not block this sword strike head-on, all his ambitions and dreams would vanish into nothingness along with this terrifying sword. And the tribesmen behind him would be utterly unable to stop Chen Fan.
Thinking of this, the Great Shaman's heart hardened. He bit his tongue sharply, and a mouthful of slightly salty blood instantly filled his mouth.
"Great divine being, please protect your descendants, lend me your strength, and slay the enemy!"
He muttered inwardly, his eyes narrowed, and the black mist on his body churned. In an instant, the Great Shaman's aura surged again, barely breaking through to the divine level. This terrifying energy even startled Chen Fan.
The peerless sword light of the Tian Cong Yun sword was unstoppable, but as soon as it reached the Great Shaman, it froze, as if encased in ice, completely unable to advance. This bizarre phenomenon made Chen Fan's heart lurch. Then, he watched as the sword light silently dissipated, and the Great Shaman's movement did not stop. He drifted directly towards Chen Fan, the black mist on his body transforming into a terrifying phantom, seemingly intending to engulf everything in its path.
"Puff puff!!"
The air crackled with the sound of destruction, and Chen Fan's surroundings felt as if they were being crushed by myriad divine mountains.
"Crackle crackle!!"
Even his current physique struggled to withstand this pressure. If he were to truly collide with it, he would likely explode instantly. Chen Fan's expression grew grim. He gripped the Tian Cong Yun sword tightly and recited a mental incantation. In an instant, his body split into two, then a third, a fourth…
"What, what is this technique?"
"A clone technique?"
"How is this possible? How can such powerful abilities still exist in this world?"
Not only were the Blood Witch tribesmen greatly alarmed, but even the Great Shaman was astonished. This young man before him was truly a heavenly prodigy, capable of mastering such peculiar techniques.