Ti Lang did not want to anger the Great Shaman, as that would be a fate worse than death.
Moreover, he somewhat agreed with the Great Shaman's words.
The Blood Witch Tribe's ritual was scheduled for midnight tonight, and it wasn't yet time. They could afford to play around with Chen Fan for a while.
Soon, the two left the altar and sped towards Chen Fan's current location.
On the other side, Chen Fan did not want to waste any more time and flew directly towards the central building.
He soon felt two powerful presences closing in on him.
He truly couldn't understand why, if they wanted him to come, they would try so hard to stop him.
Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
Before he could ponder further, a red light flashed before his eyes.
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly as he shifted his body, dodging the attack.
Then, another red light appeared, rushing towards his chest at an incredible speed.
"Clang!!"
The Amaterasu Sword was drawn, instantly blocking the red light.
After two attacks, Chen Fan clearly saw his enemies.
An old man with white hair at the temples and a burly, strong middle-aged man.
They shared a similar aura, both cold and damp, as if they had lived underground for a long time.
"You attack as soon as you disagree. What kind of Blood Witch Tribe are you? You really don't follow the rules!"
Chen Fan looked at the two, a glint in his eyes.
These two were far stronger than any of the black-clothed men he had encountered before. They must be high-ranking members of the Blood Witch Tribe.
If he had the chance, he was sure he could learn everything.
"Rules? You killed so many of our people, and now you want to talk about rules with us? Don't you find it ridiculous?"
It was Ti Lang who spoke.
After speaking, he didn't wait to hear Chen Fan's response and took a step forward. The walking stick in his hand slammed heavily onto the ground.
Immediately, cracks appeared on the ground, spreading towards Chen Fan as if to swallow him.
Chen Fan remained calm and dodged to another spot.
"It's useless!"
Ti Lang said calmly. At the same time, he did not stop his actions, slamming his walking stick heavily onto the ground again.
An even more exaggerated crack appeared, instantly leaving Chen Fan suspended in mid-air.
Chen Fan frowned slightly but did not panic.
He channeled his power and dodged instantly.
At the same time, the Amaterasu Sword in his hand slashed directly at Ti Lang.
He believed in reciprocity and considered himself a polite person.
This sword strike was far more powerful than the ones he had used to kill the black-clothed men. The void seemed to tear with a sound like ripping silk.
Moreover, a strong white light surged with the wind, instantly transforming into a terrifying sword aura that buried Ti Lang.
These two were much stronger than the previous ones, so he had to use more power.
"Hmph!"
Facing the overwhelming sword aura, Ti Lang merely snorted. His body was enveloped in black energy, and a phantom appeared behind him.
In an instant, the sword aura passed through Ti Lang's body, but his body remained completely unharmed.
Interesting!
Chen Fan became somewhat excited. These opponents were finally not mere lackeys, and could fight him back and forth.
While the previous sword strike wasn't exceptionally powerful, it was certainly not something ordinary people could withstand.
Yet, this old man remained completely unharmed, clearly either he had dodged it, or a special technique had rendered his body incorporeal for a moment, thus avoiding the attack.
Either way, it proved the opponent's strength.
"Ti Lang, are you sparring with him?"
The middle-aged man's expression was displeased, clearly not satisfied with Ti Lang.
The Great Shaman wanted the artifact on this person, and there was no need for such trouble. He could just kill him and take his belongings, so why bother?
Ti Lang's face was grim.
Do you think I'm just playing around with him?
If I hadn't merged with the Wushen phantom just now, that sword strike would have cost me half my life.
But he didn't say this. After the collision, he put away his underestimation of Chen Fan.
This person was indeed powerful, and definitely not someone that could be easily killed.
The Great Shaman had said that if they couldn't win, they didn't need to fight to the death, and it seemed he wasn't just saying that casually.
This man before him might indeed possess such strength.
E Erduo, however, didn't think so much. He formed a hand seal and slowly pushed it forward.
Chen Fan's heart tightened; he felt a sense of being compressed.
He looked closely and saw a mass of black energy surging forward, like a net, intending to trap him.
Not only that, but a scorpion, which had appeared at some unknown time, was now at his feet, raising its slender stinger, ready to attack him.
"Hmph!" Chen Fan snorted coldly, slashing the Amaterasu Sword forward. At the same time, red light emanated from his feet as he stepped towards the scorpion.
"Truly ignorant!"
E Erduo's face showed disdain. This person was simply courting death.
His poisonous scorpion was no ordinary scorpion. If it could be easily stepped on, how could it be his weapon of attack?
Even if swords and sabers struck it, his poisonous scorpion would remain unharmed, let alone Chen Fan's mortal flesh.
As long as the treasure stung Chen Fan, he would be finished, completely at his command, and would obediently follow him to the altar.
Ti Lang also knew how powerful E Erduo's poisonous scorpion was; even he wouldn't dare to touch it carelessly.
"Crack!"
However, to the shock of both of them, Chen Fan not only avoided the poisonous scorpion's attack but instead crushed it to pieces.
And Chen Fan's sword strike had also cut through the black energy net and, with undiminished momentum, instantly reached E Erduo's forehead.