Erduo's heart pounded with terror as the phantom behind him merged with him in an instant.
Huh?
Chen Fan felt a renewed sense of doubt. He clearly saw the Heavenly Cloud Sword's blade strike Erduo, yet the man bore no mark of injury, just like Tilang before him.
Unbeknownst to Chen Fan, as he marveled, Erduo trembled uncontrollably, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Had he not reacted swiftly and merged with the spirit of the Shaman Body, he would have surely died from that attack.
He had just mocked Tilang, only to be slapped in the face moments later.
This Chen Fan was indeed extraordinarily powerful; even they were not fully confident in their ability to kill him.
Tilang and Erduo exchanged a glance, then attacked simultaneously.
They finally understood the Great Shaman's arrangement. If either of them had faced Chen Fan alone, they would have perished!
Two massive, grotesque scythes suddenly appeared in front and behind Chen Fan, slashing towards his neck and chest with terrifying force.
If he couldn't dodge, he would undoubtedly be cut to shreds.
Chen Fan dared not be careless. While he trusted the resilience of his physical body, he could not ignore such an assault.
Underestimating no enemy was a principle he had always adhered to.
When facing anyone, one must maintain a sense of reverence; only then could one survive to the very end.
As the Heavenly Cloud Sword slashed forward, his other hand glowed with a red light, pushing forward at an seemingly agonizingly slow pace.
"Clang!"
"Bang!"
Two sounds rang out, and the two scythes were instantly sent flying.
But Chen Fan did not cease his movements, continuing to follow his sword with his palm.
Knowing that their two attacks would not easily harm Chen Fan, Tilang and Erduo simultaneously employed hand seals.
Two spectral black greatswords instantly surged towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan, having been prepared, naturally did not get injured. Nor did he intend to let the two opponents escape, flashing directly towards Tilang.
He moved like a deity, shrinking the ground beneath him. With a single step, he appeared before Tilang, his fist glowing with golden radiance, striking Tilang's chest with unparalleled power.
"Dream on!"
Tilang roared, his body becoming somewhat ethereal once more. At the same time, his scythe swung towards Chen Fan's neck.
If Chen Fan insisted on attacking, his scythe would sever his head.
A smile touched Chen Fan's lips. Could the same trick be played on him a second time?
This technique of instantly rendering one's body ethereal could not be maintained at all times. Otherwise, let alone him, even someone stronger than him could not kill Tilang.
This would make him virtually invincible.
However, every technique has its counter; such a method could never be without its flaws.
"Boom!"
"Ah!!"
Tilang screamed, a gaping hole appearing in his chest. Had he not promptly used his power to temporarily shift his heart, that strike would have directly ended his life.
Even so, he was severely wounded. Though he still possessed combat ability, it would not be much, and he could no longer assist Erduo.
"How is this possible?"
Erdou clearly saw that Tilang had used a secret technique and that, at that instant, Chen Fan absolutely should not have been able to touch Tilang. How could he have injured him?
Furthermore, his attack had been boundless. Tilang's weapon should have decapitated him.
Yet, Chen Fan bore no sign of injury.
In that moment, Chen Fan seemed to have vanished.
To temporarily vanish into nothingness using the power of the Shaman God was a secret art of their Blood Shaman tribe; Chen Fan absolutely could not know how to use it.
He was not a member of the Blood Shaman tribe, and even if he knew the secret art, it should have been ineffective.
But the result was as it was; he had easily evaded Tilang's attack.
This left only one explanation: Chen Fan had dodged the attack using his own speed.
How was this possible?
Before he could be more astonished, Chen Fan was already walking towards him. His steps were not heavy, yet they seemed to land on Erduo's heart, making him feel breathless.
This sensation was something he had only felt from the Great Shaman.
And the Great Shaman could almost be called a god-level expert.
This young man before him, barely in his twenties, had he already reached god-level?
"Your companion is severely injured. Do you not intend to avenge him?"
Chen Fan said lightly, his sword aimed directly at Erduo's head.
Erdou dared not underestimate this strike, using all his strength to dodge to the side.
"Why were you able to strike Tilang just now?"
This was Erduo's question, and Tilang's as well.
He had indeed been in an ethereal state, and by all logic, he should not have been hit.
Chen Fan sneered, these people were truly foolish.
That ethereal state did exist, but it lasted only for an instant and could not be maintained for long. He only needed to wait for that instant to pass before launching his attack.
These people didn't even grasp this basic principle; he wondered how they had become high-ranking members of the Blood Shaman tribe.
Naturally, he would not reveal this to the enemy, as that would be inviting trouble.
"You'll die, and then I'll tell you!"
Chen Fan continued to advance, his sword glinting with a chilling light.
The revenge for the warriors had not yet been fully achieved. These two must die, and the others must die as well!
"Hmph, do you truly think our Blood Shaman tribe is called that for nothing?"
"Tilang, what are you waiting for?"
Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in Erduo's eyes. He quickly pulled away, then formed a hand seal.