He could clearly feel that the ten figures of Chen Fan surrounding him were not illusions; each exuded an incomparably powerful aura, and each was a true form.
This was a sorcery only found in myths and legends, and even in ancient myths, such a potent ability was not possessed by just anyone.
He was now equivalent to facing ten Chen Fans simultaneously.
Although his current strength was even greater, surpassing Chen Fan's, he was only one person.
"Slash!!"
Ten Chen Fans, ten terrifying attacks, all from different angles, and all were peerlessly potent sword techniques.
A single move like this would be enough to annihilate any other expert of the Blood Witch clan, let alone ten such attacks.
The Great Shaman's expression was grave; he had not expected to encounter such an opponent.
This world, it seemed, could not be underestimated.
"Divine Being, Combine!"
Just as the ten sword lights were about to obliterate the Great Shaman's body, he roared, and in that instant, his body completely dissolved into the void, his entire presence vanishing.
Chen Fan had seen this technique before; it seemed every Blood Witch possessed it, but the effects varied greatly depending on the practitioner's cultivation.
As for the Great Shaman at this moment, his body had truly entered the void, rendering him completely untouchable.
Furthermore, Chen Fan had anticipated the Great Shaman employing such a technique, allowing him to delay his attack, yet he had still managed to evade it completely.
A moment later, Chen Fan's body reformed into a single entity, his aura fluctuating slightly.
Across from him, the Great Shaman also appeared somewhat depleted, with much of the black mist surrounding him reduced.
"You are truly strong, therefore, I cannot let you live!"
The Great Shaman cast a deep gaze at Chen Fan, then formed a series of hand seals, constantly changing them.
"Rumble!!!"
As Chen Fan attempted to retort, he felt the entire Grand Altar trembling, as if an earthquake, or perhaps something far more terrifying was about to emerge.
Upon sensing this aura, the Blood Witches behind the Great Shaman displayed expressions of intense excitement.
Some even prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing repeatedly towards the center of the altar.
"Great deity, please bestow your power upon the Great Shaman, and let him lead us to glory."
"O Divine One, our enemies have trampled upon our ancestors' remains and invaded our sacred temple, please, Divine One, deliver justice upon him!"
"Kill..."
Countless members of the Blood Witch clan murmured prayers, their devotion absolute. Although their words differed slightly, their intent was unified: to eliminate Chen Fan.
Judging by their expressions, it seemed they were about to summon something far more sinister and formidable than the Great Shaman himself.
It was likely something even the Blood Witches themselves rarely witnessed.
"Boom!"
The rumbling continued, and the Grand Altar began to show signs of collapse. Great stones rained down from above, and an endless stream of black mist, its origin unknown, drifted in, merging into the Great Shaman's body.
"Chen Fan, leave, don't worry about me!"
At this moment, Su Yingxia's face was streaked with tears.
Although she longed for Chen Fan to take her away from this terrifying place, she understood that the battle about to unfold would be unimaginably fierce, and even Chen Fan, with his unparalleled strength, might be vanquished.
She did not wish for her predicament to bring about Chen Fan's demise.
This man deserved a better future, a better woman, and a better life.
"Silence!"
Chen Fan, without looking back, boomed, silencing Su Yingxia.
At this critical juncture, he could not afford to be distracted; he needed to focus all his attention on the Great Shaman.
Otherwise, not only would he perish, but all subsequent plans would fall apart.
Su Yingxia's life was paramount, and revenge even more so.
Despite his brusque tone, Su Yingxia felt a profound warmth.
He was protecting her, preventing her from overthinking, and more importantly, he would not abandon her to escape alone.
Though once husband and wife, they were now parting ways in the face of imminent disaster.
Yet, Chen Fan, her former husband, facing such terrifying danger, remained steadfast, unwilling to forsake her – a rare quality indeed.
She had been truly blind before, failing to recognize Chen Fan's virtues and, worse, having wronged him for three years.
It was an unforgivable sin.
If they survived this ordeal, Su Yingxia vowed to dedicate her entire life to compensating Chen Fan.
Whatever he asked of her, she would do without complaint.
As Su Yingxia's thoughts drifted, Chen Fan moved, a compass appearing in his hand.
The compass glowed with a golden light, inscribed with intricate runes that, when arranged, formed miniature array patterns.
Moreover, within the center of these miniature arrays lay a small, golden object. Though tiny, this golden, scale-like fragment emanated an immensely powerful energy, as if heaven and earth could not suppress it and had to bow before it, repelling all evil.
Chen Fan's eyes blazed with gold, the white and black in his pupils entirely replaced by these golden patterns.
Simultaneously, a similar golden radiance emanated from his body, as if he were bathed in celestial light, dazzling and resplendent.
Even more astonishingly, his hair grew instantaneously, trailing down to the ground.
This golden mane radiated an unparalleled brilliance, each strand resembling an indestructible golden needle capable of piercing through all matter in the world.
This bizarre transformation continued as fragments of intricate scales merged into his body, and a layer of golden armor seemed to materialize in the void, composed entirely of those golden scales from the compass.
Powerful, incomparably powerful!