The cultivation technique he practiced circulated ceaselessly, his body akin to a colossal furnace where any invading force was instantly shattered upon entering.
These poisonous gases and mists were merely a form of energy, thus meeting the same fate.
However, even so, Chen Fan did not relax entirely, for the poison was inexhaustible and omnipresent. Even if eradicated by the power within him, it would still exert some influence.
Even a single drop of poison, accumulating over time, could eventually lead to poisoning.
The only solution was to annihilate all the poisonous substances surrounding him, or rather, to eliminate the person lurking in the shadows.
"Taste the methods of my clan!"
At this moment, a voice rang out, and Chen Fan felt a wave of dizziness, as if his head had been struck by a hammer.
Simultaneously, the poisonous substances nearest to him converged frantically, fused by a mysterious force into a storm of venom, sweeping towards Chen Fan.
These substances were inherently highly toxic, and if enveloped by this storm, Chen Fan would be in trouble.
"Hmph!"
The sensation of dizziness lasted only an instant before he regained his senses. He then slashed out with the Heavenly Cloud Sword in his hand.
A colossal sword energy erupted, like light cleaving the heavens and earth, forcing all evil to retreat. The poisonous mist that permeated the void was instantly turned to dust upon contact.
Furthermore, the terrifying sword energy grew larger and larger, seemingly absorbing spiritual energy from the heavens and earth to strengthen itself.
In the blink of an eye, the sword energy collided with the poison storm. Their powers intertwined, constantly shredding poison into fragments, and the gale seemed to weaken.
However, the terrifying sword energy, subjected to continuous erosion, also shrank, gradually vanishing into nothingness.
"Damn it, how can this person be so powerful?"
From the shadows, someone was inwardly shocked. His full-force attack had just been neutralized by Chen Fan's single sword strike.
His treasured possessions, cultivated over decades, were all annihilated in an instant.
"What other tricks do you have? Bring them on!"
Having broken through the poison storm without injury, Chen Fan instead shouted towards his surroundings.
He wanted to see what else these people were capable of.
Compared to the previous three, his current opponents were no different; they were utterly incapable of putting up a fight.
"You are truly seeking death!"
"Kill him!"
Many voices roared in anger, abandoning their concealed auras and charging towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan scanned his surroundings, finding over a dozen figures clad in black, their genders indistinguishable.
Like the previous three, these individuals wielded peculiar scythes with serrated red edges, their shapes highly unusual.
"Is that all?"
Chen Fan was dismissive. Poison couldn't harm him, and now they resorted to close combat?
Little did these people know that his physical body was equally formidable.
"Form the array!"
The revealed figures wasted no time, speaking in low voices before beginning to form hand seals.
Chen Fan had faced too many opponents, yet he could not discern the purpose of their seals.
He surmised this must be their trump card, and its power should not disappoint him.
Chen Fan did not rush to attack. Although he wished to eliminate them all, there was no need for haste.
He wanted to see what these people could conjure.
As the black-clad figures continued to form seals, Chen Fan sensed changes in his surroundings.
The air around him seemed to compress his body, attempting to crush it, while an ever-present poisonous gas sought to penetrate him.
The dozen or so black-clad figures before him also underwent a transformation.
A fearsome black mist emanated from all of them, enveloping Chen Fan along with the surroundings.
This black mist was different from the poison, yet it evoked a sense of threat in Chen Fan.
If he allowed them to continue, they might genuinely be able to injure him.
Even so, Chen Fan did not intervene.
He wanted to see what these people could create, whether they possessed the power to shake him.
"%…*%4#3…"
Following this, Chen Fan heard completely unintelligible speech. He looked back at the figures and saw their hand seals changing once more.
They were not only intricate but formed at extreme speed, leaving only afterimages.
Their auras transformed again, growing more than twice as powerful as before, causing the void to rumble.
Moreover, a hazy, ethereal silhouette materialized behind them, exuding an incredibly intense pressure on Chen Fan.
This sensation was only comparable to what he felt when fighting in Sector 13, against the gods of the Left and Right Temples, or the King of Sector 13.
This meant the strength of the mysteriously appearing silhouette could potentially be divine-tier.
If that were the case, Chen Fan would have to face it with utmost seriousness.
After all, the injuries inflicted by the people of Sector 13 had not yet fully healed, attesting to the terrifying power possessed by such formidable beings.
This was getting interesting!
Chen Fan understood that these individuals were merely low-level operatives of the Er Clan, certainly not high-ranking members.
Otherwise, they would not be acting so openly, nor would there be so many of them.
Yet, the combined power unleashed by these individuals was somewhat terrifying.
One could only imagine how powerful their true superiors, or the controllers of this place, might be.
Chen Fan began to wonder why these individuals, possessing such great strength, were targeting him.