The mere sight of this claw sent a wave of suffocation through the assembled martial-cultivating shamans; the pressure, though not as terrifying as that from Chen Fan or the Witch God, was still far beyond their capacity to endure.
"Boom!"
Immediately, the onlookers saw the claw tear open the ground, its impossibly sharp talons slicing through the earth like tofu, leaving behind deep fissures.
The body of the claw then slowly materialized before their eyes.
It was a wolf, but not a pure wolf, for it was entwined with a colossal, terrifying serpent, the two bizarrely fused into a monstrous, abhorrent form.
This creature was immense, far more terrifying than any elephant, making it almost unbelievable.
"What, what kind of monster is this?"
Su Yingxia's face grew even paler. The giant snakes, scorpions, and tigers she had seen before were already frightening enough, but this current creature was far more powerful.
She gritted her teeth and looked up at the sky, realizing this monster was undoubtedly aiming to attack Chen Fan.
What to do, what to do!!
Su Yingxia was frantic, but Chen Fan showed no signs of panic. The sword in his hand continued to glow, as if he held the very source of light, shattering the blood domain summoned by the Witch God.
"Kill!!"
Without another word, he charged directly at the Witch God.
This sword strike was incredibly formidable, possessing not only unparalleled speed and power but also a profound, inscrutable artistic conception.
In the Witch God's eyes, scenes began to appear: a young man in white, traversing the world with his sword, slaying demons, resisting heavenly tribulations. His mere gaze was enough to annihilate numerous powerful beings, and from a single sword strike, ten thousand swords would spring forth…
The Witch God looked at Chen Fan with dread. Despite his vast knowledge, he could not ascertain the nature of the sword in Chen Fan's hand, nor the identity of the young man in white.
However, he was certain that the young man's power far surpassed his own.
It was unimaginable, what kind of legacy this mortal, Chen Fan, had obtained.
Or perhaps, this artistic conception was merely something he could occasionally manifest, not a permanent state.
There was no time for further contemplation, for Chen Fan's attack had arrived. Even his divine body could not withstand an attack of equivalent caliber without taking damage.
Black energy surged around the Witch God, and his body instantly dissolved into nothingness. No matter how Chen Fan attacked, he could not inflict the slightest harm.
This was the foundation of his invincibility; in that moment, he simply did not exist in this world, thus naturally, he could not be injured.
"Pfft!!"
However, to the horror of all the Blood Witch tribe members, the Witch God was wounded. Chen Fan had pierced his chest with a single sword strike.
This injury was not severe for the Witch God, but he was panicked.
Because Chen Fan had somehow bypassed his mastery of that particular technique and directly inflicted harm, meaning he had lost his capital of invincibility.
He too could die, just as in ancient times, to be slain and sealed.
"Roar!!"
Just as Chen Fan was about to attack again, the monster below intervened.
It leaped into the void in an instant, opening its monstrous maw and lunging towards Chen Fan.
Its terrifying mouth was like a black hole, its boundless suction power consuming the entire space where Chen Fan was.
"Seeking death!"
Chen Fan let out a cold snort. If he could wound even the Witch God, this monster, merely his pet, how could it possibly contend with him?
The Sky-Slaying Divine Sword transformed into a celestial blade, descending from beyond the heavens, becoming an immensely colossal pillar of golden light that instantly impaled the monster's skull. Its gaping maw widened further, but the suction force began to wane.
One strike!
Chen Fan's attack was too powerful; the monster was instantly annihilated.
Although the monster was not completely dead, it posed no threat to Chen Fan whatsoever.
After dispatching the monster, Chen Fan once again pointed his sword at the Witch God.
In this moment, he was like the King of the World, the Lord of Gods, his elegant and noble aura causing even the Witch God to tremble.
He had never imagined that upon his recent revival, he would encounter such a terrifying descendant of later ages.
Had he known this would happen, he would never have awakened at this particular time.
Damn the Blood Witch tribe! Why did they not wait for the optimal moment? Why did they not prepare their strength more thoroughly?
The Witch God was filled with resentment; he even felt like swatting those damn fools to death with a single blow.
"Kill!!"
Chen Fan would not give this so-called deity another moment's respite; he had to seize this opportunity to destroy him completely.
He could sense that the Witch God at this moment was not at his full power; his timing of return was incorrect, leading to this damage.
If this old god were to recover his peak strength, then he would truly be in danger.
Chen Fan made a decisive move, unleashing the power within his body to its absolute maximum. Simultaneously, he employed various techniques.
Weapons, magical artifacts—anything that could create trouble for the Witch God, he used them all.
Instantly, the sky transformed into an incredibly resplendent spectacle.
One moment it was a terrifying giant sword cleaving the sky, the next a fist manifesting the myriad phenomena of the mortal world, and then a mysterious, unpredictable divine dragon.
The Witch God, enveloped by several simultaneous attacks, vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
Yet, he did not cease his resistance but launched a fierce counterattack.
Not only did the earth continue to shake, but terrifying creatures appeared one after another, all attacking Chen Fan.
Furthermore, numerous phantom images of the Witch God materialized, encircling Chen Fan, seemingly intent on trapping him to his death.
Chen Fan wished to kill the Witch God, and naturally, the Witch God's intentions were no less malevolent.