Previously, he had ordered his tribesmen to collect the blood of those people, and now it could be put to good use. Only by fully activating the Blood Spirit Replacement Array and awakening the true Witch God, merging with him, could he have a chance of winning.
With this thought, the Great Shaman continuously formed intricate hand seals, chanting obscure incantations.
It was at this very moment that Chen Fan looked up at the sky in surprise. The previously dim and hazy scene, as if suspended in a chaotic void, began to change and gradually clear up.
Huh?
In his eyes, the great altar reappeared. The Great Shaman in front of him still had his fist pressed against his own, and he felt waves of destructive power ravaging his body.
What is this?
The Great Shaman on the opposite side had clearly also noticed the problem. The two immediately separated, but their gazes never left each other.
It was evident that the situation they had just experienced had surpassed their expectations.
Although they were injured, the extent of their injuries was not comparable to what they had endured in that mysterious space.
"You have indeed exceeded my expectations, to be able to fight me at this level."
"It seems it's time to let you witness the true power of my tribe!"
The Great Shaman pondered for a moment and understood what was happening. He had also seen that ancient book and jade scroll, but hadn't paid much attention to it then.
Now, thinking back, wasn't that precisely the state they had just experienced?
He now doubted whether this so-called will of the human realm truly existed.
There were so many secrets in the world; his vision had been too narrow before.
Chen Fan harbored the same thoughts. Although he didn't know the specifics of the situation, he could roughly guess that they had not truly fought here, but in an inexplicable space, battling in an incomprehensible manner.
It was precisely because of this that this place remained intact, with no signs of destruction.
Otherwise, with their previous fighting intensity, not only the Blood Witch tribe members would have died, but Su Yingxia would have perished, and even the entire border city would have been razed, drawing immense attention from the outside world.
"To annihilate you, I will use my strongest power. Today, it is either you die, or I die!"
Looking at Chen Fan, the light in the Great Shaman's eyes grew colder.
Even though he felt a pang of appreciation for talent, a genius he could not control was better off eliminated.
"You are mistaken. Today, it is not I who will die, but you. Your entire clan, every single one of you, will perish!"
Chen Fan's voice was equally cold, tinged with boundless arrogance.
After speaking, he summoned the Golden Silk Cicada Robe. It hadn't fully completed its transformation in that mysterious space, and now was the perfect time to do so.
The Great Shaman opposite him looked grim. He glanced at the Blood Witch tribesmen behind him, then sat cross-legged in the void, beginning to form hand seals and chant incantations.
"This is..."
All the Blood Witch tribesmen's eyes trembled. They then imitated the Great Shaman's actions, sitting down and murmuring incomprehensible words.
Chen Fan frowned, but he didn't want to deal with them now. He needed to complete his own transformation first.
Otherwise, this battle would be unpredictable.
Both sides needed time, and it depended on who was better prepared.
As the Blood Witch tribesmen performed their bizarre actions, the great altar began to shake, and the void twisted and warped. The golden shield that had been protecting Su Yingxia was silently crushed.
Chen Fan immediately set up another shield, even more powerful than the previous one. Even if the Great Shaman launched a surprise attack, it would not be able to break through in one blow, at least giving him time to react.
With all this done, Chen Fan focused on absorbing the power brought by the Golden Silk Cicada Robe.
It seemed that the Dragon-patterned Plate and the Golden Silk Cicada Robe had a connection, their powers appearing to be of the same origin, yet with an indescribable feel.
Chen Fan needed to fuse these two powers as quickly as possible to enhance his current strength.
On the other side, the shamans' actions did not cease, and the turmoil in the entire void continued.
The entire great altar was collapsing. Some stone statues seemed to have come alive, with light flickering upon them.
Furthermore, monsters began to emerge from underground. Compared to the spiders and scorpions seen before, these newly appearing monsters were even more terrifying and immensely powerful.
Chen Fan estimated that even the tiger that had appeared last time might not be much of a match.
Even if it could contend with a few individual monsters, it was no match for their sheer numbers.
"Roar!!"
A furious roar echoed, and a creature appeared—a skeletal frame devoid of flesh, covered in purple skin. It resembled a tiger, its bone structure very similar to that of a tiger, with a character "King" on its purple forehead.
Besides this tiger, a giant serpent, tens of meters long and at least two to three meters in diameter, also emerged. It too was covered in foul-smelling mucus, making it extremely disgusting.
Its eyes, larger than lanterns, gleamed with a scarlet light, fixed on Chen Fan and Su Yingxia.
"Ah..."
Su Yingxia curled up to the side, a great fear welling up within her.
She had never witnessed such a scene in her life; it was comparable to hell.
Even some horror movies were not as terrifying as this scene.
If not for Chen Fan's presence, which gave her a sense of security, she would have fainted by now.
Chen Fan also frowned. The monsters that had appeared now were at least on par with him in strength.
Even in his current state, he could not easily defeat them.
This Blood Witch tribe was too terrifying; such a race should not exist in this world.
He had made up his mind. Once his transformation was complete and his strength increased, he would eliminate these disgusting creatures without delay.