Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

At this moment, a Blood Rock soldier broke through the front ranks of the Black Rock tribe and swung a thick bone hammer at Chen Fan.

This hammer blow was powerful and heavy, the bone hammer whistling through the air. If it had landed, the bone armor of ordinary soldiers would not have been able to withstand it.

However, the hammer blows were powerful but lacked variation. The soldier's right foot landed at a slightly off angle, causing his right shoulder to sink slightly when he exerted force.

Chen Fan simply turned slightly to the side.

The bone hammer grazed his nose and struck the ground, sending up a spray of gravel.

Before his opponent could retract his hammer, he drew his bone sword with a backhand motion, the tip of the sword piercing upwards through the thinnest gap in the scales under his opponent's armpit.

The soldier let out a short, muffled groan.

The ancient demon possessed formidable vitality, and this sword strike was not fatal, but Chen Fan gave him no chance to catch his breath.

With a flick of his wrist, the bone sword swung horizontally half a circle inside the opponent's chest cavity, shredding his heart and lungs. He then swiftly withdrew the sword, leaving behind a cloud of dark red blood mist.

The soldier staggered two steps and collapsed to the ground with a thud, his dark red blood spreading across the yellow earth.

One sword kills the enemy.

The sounds of fighting around them fell silent for a brief moment.

Several soldiers from the Black Rock Tribe witnessed this scene, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

Chen Fan ignored the stares and continued forward.

His movements weren't fast, but every step he took landed at the most chaotic points in the battle formation.

After all, the place with the most enemies is actually the safest, because the crowded people will limit the opponent's space to exert force, and the disadvantage of size will be eliminated.

His sword wasn't fast, but every thrust landed precisely on the gaps in the enemy's scales, the weak points in their joints, or the areas where old wounds hadn't healed.

The bone sword's material was far inferior to that of his original body, but it was sufficient to deal with these ancient demonic warriors who were only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

One, two, three.

Chen Fan quickly killed five enemies.

Every move he made was clean and swift, a single strike guaranteed to kill.

This efficiency seemed unbelievable to the surrounding ancient demon warriors.

After all, they were used to brute force and fighting each other until one side fell. They had never seen such a method of killing as skillfully as a butcher dissecting an ox.

At the same time, Chen Fan's brows furrowed slightly.

It wasn't because the enemy was too strong; quite the opposite, it was because this kind of killing was all too familiar.

The feel of a bone sword cutting into flesh, the astonishment and resentment in the eyes of an enemy before death, and the last sob squeezed out of their throat.

All of this is exactly the same as in the Sea of ​​Slaughter.

The difference is that these are living, breathing ancient demons, not spirits formed from resentment.

But ten years of bloodshed had already taught Chen Fan how to suppress this discomfort deep in his heart.

He only needs to focus on the next strike.

The battle lasted for about half an hour.

The situation on the battlefield remained deadlocked.

The Netherworld Beast warhorses on both flanks restrained each other, while the central infantry line engaged in a constant back-and-forth struggle.

Although the soldiers of the Black Rock Tribe were brave, the enemies of the Blood Rock Tribe were equally fearless. The number and strength of the soldiers on both sides were similar, and neither side had a clear advantage.

Until a deafening roar came from the center of the battlefield.

Chen Fan looked in the direction of the sound.

The Ironbone Clan Chief and the Chainhammer Clan Chief of the Bloodrock Clan were locked in fierce combat on the battlefield.

The giant axe clashed with the chain hammer, each impact generating a visible shockwave that blew away rubble and dust within a radius of several feet.

Ironbone swung his axe down, and the Chainhammer Chieftain parried with his crossed hammers, the black rock beneath his feet cracking like a spiderweb.

The latter immediately retaliated, sweeping his right-hand chain hammer across, the spikes on the hammerhead tearing through the bone armor on Ironbone's shoulder, drawing out a spray of blood.

The two were evenly matched in strength. Iron Bone had the advantage in the power and force of his axe, while the Chain Hammer Chieftain had the advantage of the length of his weapon. For a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

Just as Iron Bone missed his target with his axe and his figure faltered slightly, an extremely fast figure suddenly darted out from the Blood Rock Tribe's troop of soldiers.

It was an ancient demon with a slender build compared to ordinary soldiers, wielding a short-handled bone dagger in each hand, and moving with lightning speed.

He had been lurking on the edge of the battlefield for a long time, waiting for this moment.

The two bone daggers, one above the other, aimed at Tie Gu's throat and the other at his waist and abdomen, both vital points that the bone armor could not completely cover.

Iron Bone realized it was too late to block. He barely managed to turn to the side to avoid his throat, but another bone dagger pierced his waist.

Dark red blood gushed out from the dagger's blood groove. Iron Bone groaned and staggered back three steps, barely managing to steady himself by leaning on his giant axe.

The chainhammer chieftain grinned maliciously, raised both hammers, and pressed his attack.

The Black Rock Tribe soldiers around them tried to come to their rescue, but were held back by the Blood Rock Tribe soldiers.

Iron Bone gritted his teeth and swung his axe to block, but the wound on his side was extremely deep, and his movements were noticeably slower.

The first blow barely deflected the attack, but the second blow sent him and his axe flying back more than ten feet.

Just as the Chainhammer Chieftain raised his twin hammers, preparing to deliver a fatal blow, a gray figure slashed into the battlefield from the flank.

The gray shadow was not fast, but its accuracy was impeccable.

The sword wasn't aimed at the chain hammer, but at the chain hammer patriarch's unsteady step.

Chen Fan's bone sword thrust out diagonally from bottom to top, the tip of the sword not aimed at the throat of the Chain Hammer Clan Chief, but at the weakest gap in the scale armor at his right ankle joint.

The angle of this sword strike was extremely tricky.

The chain hammer chieftain held his two hammers high, putting all his strength on the balls of his feet, with his right ankle exposed at the point of greatest stress, stretching the gaps between the scales to their widest extent.

The bone sword pierced through.

The Chainhammer Chieftain let out a painful roar, lost his footing, and fell to the right.

When the raised double hammers came down, they missed by a few inches and slammed heavily into the ground beside Ironbone, creating a crater several feet deep.

Although Tiegu was seriously injured, he was, after all, a veteran who had survived countless battles, and he would never let go of any weakness his opponent showed.

He roared, ignoring the blood gushing from his waist, and swung his giant axe upwards, a layer of dark red bloodline fire igniting on the blade, striking the chain hammer clan chief's neck.

A dark red light shot into the sky.

The head of the Chainhammer Clan Chief flew several feet away, his massive body swayed twice, and then crashed to the ground.

The sounds of fighting on the battlefield suddenly stopped at that moment.

The soldiers of the Blood Rock Tribe stared in disbelief as their clan leader was killed.

After a brief moment of shock, the soldiers of the Black Rock Tribe erupted in thunderous cheers.

With his last ounce of strength, Ironbone raised the giant axe high, the blade still dripping with the blood of his enemies, his posture like an unyielding iron tower.

The Blood Rock Tribe collapsed instantly after losing its leader.

The remaining soldiers lost all will to fight and fled in all directions, abandoning their armor and weapons.

Iron Bone did not order a pursuit. The Black Rock tribe had also suffered heavy casualties in this battle, and he understood the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy.

He simply clutched the wound on his waist, panting heavily, his gaze fixed on Chen Fan not far away.