"Crack!"
The sound echoed. The black-clothed man’s eyes trembled, his face contorted in agony. He never wanted to experience that bone-piercing pain again.
Yet, he remained silent. Death was inevitable, so why reveal anything about his kin?
Chen Fan took another step forward. The black-clothed man felt as if pinned to the ground, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah…"
No matter how tough he tried to be, when the pain surpassed his limit, the black-clothed man cried out in misery.
The others watched Chen Fan like he was a demon. They lay prostrate on the ground, their bones creaking audibly.
"Speak, or die!"
Chen Fan suddenly appeared before the stubborn black-clothed man and then stomped down, breaking the man’s leg bone.
"Ah…"
Tears streamed down the black-clothed man’s face. He wished he could faint, or be killed outright, anything but endure this torment.
However, Chen Fan was prepared and would not let him die so easily.
"Kill me!"
The man stared at Chen Fan with bloodshot eyes. He did not want to die, but he would never betray his race.
"You're quite tough!"
Chen Fan chuckled lightly, but to the others, his laughter sounded like the ramblings of a demon god.
"Crack!"
Another bone-cracking sound. The onlookers turned their heads, only to see the black-clothed man’s other leg bone snap.
"Crack!"
Immediately after, Chen Fan didn't spare him, crushing his hand bones as well.
To the others, this was more terrifying than any demon.
Their comrade suffered horribly, all four limbs broken, and they didn't know if even more brutal methods awaited.
As Chen Fan acted, the black-clothed man could no longer cry out. The pain had rendered him powerless to scream.
And for the others, the fear that originated from the depths of their hearts grew even more profound.
Chen Fan frowned slightly. This man was truly hard-boned. Even after his limbs, chest bones, and back were all crushed, he hadn't revealed a single secret about their race.
Or why they were targeting him.
Chen Fan was not truly a demon, so he quickly ended the man's life.
Then, he walked towards the others, his gaze utterly cold.
"Tell me, what is your choice?"
"You'll never know our clan's secrets. I'll be waiting for you in hell. Hahaha…"
One of the black-clothed men couldn't bear it any longer. He wanted to end his own life, but Chen Fan gave him no chance.
The venomous insects were instantly destroyed by Chen Fan’s power as they approached.
"You choose death, and I shall grant it!" Chen Fan approached the man and, following the same method, crushed all of his limbs.
But unfortunately, this person was also hard-boned. Until death, he revealed no useful information.
"Your turn!"
Chen Fan’s gaze fell upon another man.
As soon as he met Chen Fan’s indifferent eyes, the man’s pupils contracted violently. He seemed to be struggling.
To live, or to die!
Or rather, a quick death, or a painful one!
As Chen Fan walked closer, he felt his heart pound out of his chest, his blood about to explode.
"I, I'll speak!"
Chen Fan stopped and looked at the man.
Finally, someone knew pain?
"My clan is called the Er clan, also known as the Blood Sorcerer clan. We worship the great Witch God. Currently, our clan still has a Great Sorcerer. The reason why we want to..."
Chen Fan listened intently, but at a crucial moment, he found that the man had stopped speaking.
Dead?
To cause trouble right under his nose. It seemed a high-ranking member of this so-called Blood Sorcerer clan had intervened.
"Don't kill me!"
Seeing this, the others tried to beg for mercy, but it was impossible.
When Chen Fan learned that nearly a hundred warriors had been annihilated because of him, these people were already doomed; there was no chance for survival.
After dealing with all the black-clothed men here, Chen Fan continued into the border city.
He could already see the central, tallest building, radiating the densest yin energy.
He presumed that his ultimate destination for this trip must be there.
Since he couldn't get the information he wanted from these people, he had to go there.
...
"Great Sorcerer, all the people we sent out have been killed. A certain young man wanted to reveal information, but I preemptively detonated his soul mark, killing him!"
The speaker was Er Tila, a clan elder of the Er clan, possessing considerable influence within the entire group.
"Do we need to send people to stop him?"
Another black-clothed man frowned slightly.
Chen Fan's strength, in their eyes, was already not inferior to any of them.
If they sent people to intercept him, it would merely be sending them to their deaths. Only they themselves could handle him.
On the high platform, the Great Sorcerer still had his back to the crowd. His gaze was fixed on the sky, as if something was drawing his attention.
After a long while, the Great Sorcerer finally lowered his head.
"Tila, E'erduo, you two go. If you are outmatched, retreat!"
"Ah, do we both need to go?"
E'erduo seemed puzzled.
Although Chen Fan was powerful, one of them should have been enough to deal with him. Now, sending out two at once, was it giving that young fellow too much credit?
Moreover, judging by the Great Sorcerer's words, they might not even be his match?
How could that be possible?
"Hmph?"
The response to E'erduo was a cold snort.
The sound was not loud, yet it made everyone below the platform tremble, as if recalling something extremely terrifying.
"We will depart immediately!"
Tila glanced at E'erduo, then walked out of the ancestral hall.