"The Witch God, it's the Witch God!" DAFENG Xiaoshuo.com
"Our great god and the Great Shaman have joined forces. He has seen everything and heard our prayers!"
"Kill Chen Fan, and let our Blood Witch tribe descend upon the world!"
Su Yingxia looked at Chen Fan and the Great Shaman, who were like gods and demons in the void, with a pale face. She didn't know what to do now.
Staying in this protective shield, she could do nothing. Even without the shield, she would only be a burden and could not help Chen Fan in any way.
She could only pray in her heart, praying that Chen Fan could suppress everything, praying that the gods of the world would empower Chen Fan and judge this evil Blood Witch tribe.
While the people below were worried, the two fighting in the void did not have such thoughts.
The two of them seemed to be immersed in a void, without time or space, without all things.
They were no longer in this mortal world, but in an unknown place. The two were in emptiness, and all attacks landed in the void.
This was a mysterious realm, even Chen Fan and the Great Shaman could not understand it.
But this was not what they cared about. They only had their opponents in their eyes, only the opponent's head.
As long as they killed each other, everything would be perfectly resolved.
Chen Fan's heart was resolute. For the nearly a hundred warriors, for the hundreds and thousands of wronged souls, he must completely exterminate this evil Blood Witch tribe.
He absolutely could not leave them any chance of survival, allowing them to endanger the world.
"Kill," Chen Fan uttered a word, then appeared behind the Great Shaman and struck with his palm.
This palm strike was like a heavenly blade, an order blade forged in the heavens for billions of years, capable of severing all things in the world.
Golden light, like the first ray of primordial light when the heavenly sun first rose, could penetrate anything and kill any gods or ghosts.
The Great Shaman's face was grave. Chen Fan's attacks were truly powerful beyond compare.
Each strike far surpassed his previous ones. He seemed to have no limits, growing stronger as he fought.
Moreover, the Great Shaman felt a mysterious, wild aura from him.
This aura was very faint, but it was desolate, as if it had been separated by billions of years.
But Chen Fan was clearly a modern person and could not possibly possess such an aura.
There was only one explanation: the Dragon Pattern Compass that the Hermit once possessed.
Only this divine artifact could cause such a huge change in Chen Fan in such a short time.
And the compass had the word "Dragon" in its name. Did it signify that Chen Fan could wield the power of the dragon?
If so, it would be too troublesome.
He now possessed god-level power, but if Chen Fan became even stronger, it would be difficult for him to resist.
It was useless to think about these things now. What he had to consider now was how to stop Chen Fan.
This palm strike was too fast, more powerful and faster than the punch he had used to sneak attack him earlier.
But it was still within the Great Shaman's tolerance. He turned and raised his hand to block it.
"Clang!!"
A deafening sound erupted. The two were instantly sent flying by the power of their collision. They were like two streaks of light, instantly moving away and then instantly closing the distance, engaging in battle again.
"Clang clang clang!!!"
Constant collisions, their bodies were like indestructible divine weapons. The impact of this magnitude was like the war drums of the heavens beating.
It was truly shocking!
"Again!"
Chen Fan and the Great Shaman's battle made him feel exhilarated. The more he fought, the more comfortable his body felt.
This feeling was like tempering the body, constantly hammering it, and he continuously grew stronger, wielding more terrifying power.
"Kill!"
The Great Shaman did not show weakness. He also fought like a madman. Although his body was numb, as if it were about to disintegrate, he still had to fight and must kill Chen Fan.
The two fought like madmen, while the Blood Witch tribe and Su Yingxia looked on with confusion.
Why had they stopped moving?
They remained in the same posture as before. Chen Fan swung a punch, and the Great Shaman raised his fist to meet it.
Towering auras erupted from their bodies, but there were no further actions.
"What is happening? Why hasn't the Great Shaman killed that Chen Fan boy?"
"Exactly, the Great Shaman's aura hasn't weakened. He should be able to kill his opponent!"
"Even with the Witch God's union with the Great Shaman, they still can't kill this Chen Fan?"
"He's too terrifying, isn't he?"
Su Yingxia's face was filled with confusion. Chen Fan's current state seemed to have entered some mysterious realm.
But she had never practiced martial arts and had no idea what was happening between them.
This situation was the most anxious. She desperately wanted to help, but she didn't even dare to speak.
She was afraid that her words would affect Chen Fan in the midst of the battle. If he lost his advantage, they would be truly doomed.
"Rumble!!"
Just then, endless rumbling sounds came from the bodies of the Great Shaman and Chen Fan. The crowd saw their bodies tremble slightly, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
This strange phenomenon left everyone bewildered.
But they also understood that the two of them were in an extremely dangerous situation at this moment.
A slight oversight could lead to a complete collapse.
Therefore, no matter how much the Blood Witch tribe wanted the Great Shaman to win, they did not dare to make another sound.
They had the same thought as Su Yingxia: if their voices disrupted the Great Shaman, then destruction would be their only fate.
If someone that even the Great Shaman couldn't kill, let alone kill them, they couldn't even escape.
"Boom!!"
Another few explosions sounded. Su Yingxia stared intently at Chen Fan and the Great Shaman.