As if this had opened a floodgate, Osman’s energy suddenly began to madly surge into Wang Chong.
An infuriated Wang Chong exhibited absurd levels of power. In this single clash, Osman was immediately further injured and one-fifth of his energy was drained away. This situation had completely surpassed Osman’s imagination.
A dragon in shallow waters would be played around with by the shrimp while a tiger on flat terrain would be bullied by dogs. If Osman had been at his peak, he would have never had so much of his energy absorbed in a single clash, but in his current condition, Osman was no match for Wang Chong.
Not only that, Osman realized an even more astonishing fact. While Wang Chong was using the Great Distortion Art to pull in Osman, he was also charging at Dusong Mangpoje.
“Damned bastard!”
Osman was both furious and frightened. He was already heavily injured, and now some of his energy had been absorbed by Wang Chong. If he were dragged along by Wang Chong and used to block one of Dusong Mangpoje’s attacks, the consequences were easy to imagine. In the worst case, this place would be Osman’s last stop.
Bang!
Suddenly! A bloody mist erupted from Osman’s body, breaking him free of Wang Chong’s pull.
The moment he broke free of Wang Chong’s control, Osman fled like a stray dog in a bloody flash of light. Meanwhile, the energy in his body began to rapidly weaken.
Decarabia’s Flight!
This was a supreme technique of the demon god Decarabia, sixty-ninth of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars.
From the rank of sixty-nine, one could see that Decarabia1 was not one of the more powerful demon gods, but he had a powerful technique that was meant for escape.
Even as the demon gods who were much stronger than Decarabia were sealed one after another in the deep sea, Decarabia managed to escape time and time again from the hands of the gods and angels.
In the end, it was only after a vast majority of the demon gods had been sealed that the gods and angels pooled their strength to hold down Decarabia and finally seal him. One could easily imagine Decarabia’s skill in the art of escape.
Osman had expended a great deal of energy to finally find this Decarabia’s Flight technique.
The technique required paying an enormous price, and Osman had already used it twice in a short period of time. Even someone as powerful as him had been greatly wounded by this repeated use.
But this was far better than being struck by one of Dusong Mangpoje’s attacks.
Wang Chong didn’t even glance at the fleeing Osman. As Dusong Mangpoje attacked Wang Yan, Wang Chong immediately interposed himself between them, using his back to stop Dusong Mangpoje’s attack and protect his father.
All this was done in mere seconds. Before anyone could react, Dusong Mangpoje’s attack impacted into Wang Chong’s back.
______________1.Decarabia is the sixty-ninth demon of the Ars Goetia. He is a Marquis of Hell who commands thirty legions of demons. He usually takes the appearance of a pentagram.↩
Chapter 1122 - Fierce Battle of Great Generals!
Chapter 1122: Fierce Battle of Great Generals!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Rumble!
There was a massive boom as Wang Chong and Wang Yan went flying off in separate directions.
Crash! Wang Chong landed around one hundred feet away, causing debris to spray everywhere like sharp knives as the ground collapsed into an enormous pit.
On the other side, Wang Yan also struck the ground. Thumpthumpthump! He staggered back several steps, his face extremely pale.
“Chong-er!”
Wang Yan gave a heart-wrenching cry as he stared at where Wang Chong had fallen, his voice hoarse and scratchy.
“Wang Chong!”
In the distance, Cheng Qianli trembled at what he had seen, his face instantly paling.
The plans of their enemies had been intricately linked together. They had first ‘crippled’ him and Wang Yan, and then they had chosen to make Wang Chong’s father the target of their attacks. They knew that Wang Yan’s connection with Wang Chong would unsettle Wang Chong’s mind and cause him to be gravely injured. The entire situation had been meticulously planned, and in just a few seconds, the Great Tang was in an awful state.
“Hmph, rather than worry about them, it’s better that you think about your own safety first!”
An icy voice resounded in Cheng Qianli’s ear, and suddenly, a massive metal ring the color of the ocean rushed toward him with a destructive momentum.
“Ah!”
Cheng Qianli screamed as he was thrown into the sky and fell back to the earth.
With this one strike, Cheng Qianli was heavily injured. He no longer had the support of the formation, so Cheng Qianli was simply a peak Brigadier General that was incapable of contending against Ziyad.
But after this success, Ziyad did not press the attack, treating Cheng Qianli as if he had never seen him before.
A moment later, his body swayed as he shot toward the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner.
“Careful!”
“Protect the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner!”
“Everyone, gather together and stop them!”
Tension was rife on the first defense line, as Ziyad’s actions were loud and clear. While they had aimed at Wang Yan and Cheng Qianli at the start, it had all still been for the sake of attacking the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner.
The Great Tang had always been lacking in soldiers, and now Wang Yan and Cheng Qianli were injured. If the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner were destroyed, the Tang army at Talas would be completely lost.
“Kill them!”
As Ziyad charged over, Aybak, Huoshu Huicang (who had just shaken off the mental attack), and Dusong Mangpoje immediately began to charge at the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner as well.
Four Great Generals were attacking in unison. The air was saturated with tension.
Although the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner was powerful and was being guarded by the Great-General-level black-armored guard, the danger of the situation was several times greater than it had been with Osman.
Four Great Generals could not be underestimated. No one knew if the black-armored guard would be able to hold on, but if the banner were destroyed, the battlefield would usher in its greatest shift.
Buzz!
As if sensing the danger, the black-armored guard tightened his grip on the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, his expression turning grave.
Roooar!
There was a shrill roar like the wailing and weeping of thousands of ghosts. The first to strike was not Ziyad, but Wang Chong’s original opponent, Aybak.
He did not make any attempt to further injure Wang Chong, instead rushing straight at the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner.
In an explosion of light, a massive black skeleton emerged from the void and lunged at the nearby Divine Prison Army.
In front of Aybak’s full-power attack, even a top-class army like the Divine Prison Army further bolstered by nine halos was insignificant.
Just when it seemed like the thousand-some Divine Prison Army soldiers were about to sustain heavy casualties…
Bzzzzz! A powerful bolt of white energy, as tough as steel and as sharp as a saber, suddenly shot out from an angle and shattered the black skeleton in a single blow. The rest of the energy continued onward, striking Aybak and forcing the renowned commander of the Mamelukes back several steps.
Aybak instantly grimaced.
“Blue-eyed boy! You’re acting too impudently!”
The Wushang Village Chief’s furious voice resounded in his ear. At this dangerous moment, the Wushang Village Chief had immediately acted. After forcing back Aybak, he immediately swung down his hand, condensing the surrounding energy into a massive blue hand that howled through the air.
Bang!
Huoshu Huicang, who had been just about to reach the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, was bowled over by the Wushang Village Chief�
��s palm. His massive Vairocana Buddha had been as dense and tough as steel, but the Wushang Village Chief’s palm had immediately covered it in cracks.
Alarmed, Huoshu Huicang swiftly fell back, not daring to keep up the assault.
In just one clash, the Wushang Village Chief had injured one Great General and forced back another.
But even though both had been injured, they had succeeded in holding down the Wushang Village Chief.
“Hurry!”
As Aybak and Huoshu Huicang were being forced back, Ziyad hastened his advance.
There would only be one chance, and it would only be for a few seconds. Dalun Ruozan had calculated this last night and explained it to all of them very clearly. Arabia could not lose, least of all to these infidels.
“Die for me!”
Ziyad’s expression turned savage as the blue metal ring over his head began to rapidly tremble and spin, and he attacked the Roaring Tiger Army in front of him.
The Ocean Ring!
Ziyad threw out this ancient Arabian artifact, which immediately threw the air into turmoil as it howled with all the sound and fury of a tsunami.
Wherever the Ocean Ring passed, giant blue ‘waves’ more than one hundred feet high appeared and surged toward the Roaring Tiger Army and Dragon Stallion Army.
Such was the power of the Ocean Ring that even before it impacted, all the top-class soldiers felt an oppressive air and began to retreat in alarm.
“Careful!”
“Everyone, gather together and deal with it together!”
Everyone turned nervous at the sight of this massive howling ring. Even though they had been invincible on the battlefield, even defeating the Arab Revelation Army, Ziyad’s artifact still made them feel extremely helpless.
Just when the Ocean Ring was about to impact with the Great Tang’s top-class armies and wreak terrible havoc…
Bang!
A massive attractive force came from an angle, causing the unstoppable Ocean Ring to suddenly veer off course and miss the ranks of the Roaring Tiger Army.
“Aaaah!” In a chain of explosions and a chorus of screams, countless Arab cavalry were pulverized, their limbs and blood showering the earth.
“Bastard!”
This abrupt scene left Ziyad stunned. But his heart soon began to blaze with the fire of anger.
Ziyad turned to where the attractive force had come from and immediately spotted that young and familiar figure.
Bang!
Before Ziyad could react, the blood-drenched Wang Chong was hurtling through the air at him. In a flash of light, Wang Chong collided with the momentarily shocked Ziyad and sent him flying off at an angle.
“Damn it!”
Ziyad cursed, but before he could even do anything, an attractive force began to pull his energy into Wang Chong’s body. Ziyad’s face flickered, and then he focused his mind and began to counteract the attractive force.
With the protection of the Karmic Battle Armor, Wang Chong was not as badly wounded as he had seemed. Even Qutaybah’s attack had failed to kill him, much less an attack from Dusong Mangpoje.
On the contrary, ever since Wang Chong had comprehended the origin of energy, he had combined its principles with all his techniques, making each one of them much stronger.
Ziyad was an Arab Great General and the Deputy Governor of the East, and his energy was extremely firm and condensed, but not even he was able to stop the devouring of Wang Chong’s Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art.
Buzz!
Through the energy obtained from Ziyad, Wang Chong’s injuries quickly recovered, and his strength began to climb once more.
“Ziyad, come!”
Boom! Wang Chong savagely punched at Ziyad and the two swiftly began to battle.
Without Aybak, Huoshu Huicang, or Ziyad, only Dusong Mangpoje was left to attack. Boom! Dusong Mangpoje suddenly punched out, sending a surging Stellar Energy shooting forward, not at the black-armored guard, but at the Tongluo Cavalry and Xuanwu Army on the very outer edge of the formation.
“Aaaaah!” Hundreds of Tongluo Cavalry and Xuanwu Army soldiers were blown into the air, the halos on their bodies flickering like candles in the wind before extinguishing. Not even soldiers as strong as the Tongluo Cavalry were any match for Dusong Mangpoje.
“Hmph!”
Underneath the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, the black-armored guard’s eyes turned cold. With Osman’s example on his mind, Dusong Mangpoje had clearly changed his plan. He planned to exterminate the elite soldiers on the very edge of the formation, using this indirect method to destroy the Great Tang’s most powerful formation.
Chapter 1123 - The Holy Temple's Sacred Bell!
Chapter 1123: The Holy Temple’s Sacred Bell!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Destroying the Nine Dragon Blood Formation was no easy task, not even for a Great General.
Bang!
The black-armored guard took two steps forward and then stomped, immediately shooting through the air like a cannonball aimed at Dusong Mangpoje.
Before Dusong Mangpoje could even react, the black-armored guard was in front of him. A steely fist rapidly expanded in Dusong Mangpoje’s vision, smashing into his chest.
This punch had such enormous weight behind it that Dusong Mangpoje was sent flying through the air like a ragdoll.
As if he had been fired from a cannon, Dusong Mangpoje flew several thousand feet, leaving a deep fissure on the ground and a large cloud of dust.
At this moment, the Great Tang had succeeded in fending off the sudden attack from the Arabs, Tibetans, and Western Turks. The assault of the four Great Generals had collapsed, with the Eagle of the Plateau Dusong Mangpoje even being heavily injured.
Bang!
At this moment, the oppressive battlefield suddenly exploded with cheers, the Tang soldiers unleashing deafening roars.
But no one noticed that the black-armored guard, floating a foot off the ground, had imperceptibly creased his thick brows.
And no one noticed that when Dusong Mangpoje had been struck by the black-armored guard, he had been knocked toward that vast sandstorm that dominated the battlefield. There, the Arab War God was doing battle with the Demonic Emperor Old Man.
“Success!”
The fallen Dusong Mangpoje was covered in blood, but there was a faint smile on his lips as he raised his head. Reflected in his pitch-black eyes was a completely different scene.
A massive vibration came from within that vast yellow sandstorm spanning the gap between heaven and earth, and then a massive fissure tore open. With astonishing speed, the churning sand vanished, revealing two figures. One was bursting with golden light, an existence on par with the sun and moon. The other was a pitch-black figure whose robes flapped in the wind.
The two were in a distant standoff, their eyes locked onto each other as their bodies exploded with powerful fighting intent. A moment later, the two would begin fighting once more, but this brief time was enough for Dusong Mangpoje. The chance he had been looking for was finally here.
Dingling!
The soft jingle of a bell rang out, inaudible amidst the fierce fighting of the battlefield and attracting no one’s attention.
The golden bell swiftly flew through the air, passing through the gap in the sandstorm and toward the black-robed Demonic Emperor Old Man. In the blink of an eye, it was only several dozen feet from the Demonic Emperor Old Man.
At almost the same time, the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s heart thumped and his eyes subconsciously turned toward the golden bell.
Even though he hadn’t seen what was flying at him yet, the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s formidable instinct caused him to rapidly act. Bzzz! Vast energy burst out of his body, creating a pitch-black shroud of Stellar Energy that engulfed the Demonic Emperor Old Man.
The Demonic Emperor Old Man had reacted very quickly, but he had still underestimated the power of this secret ritual tool of the Gre
at Snow Mountain Holy Temple.
Dingling! The golden bell vibrated as if in response to the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s actions, suddenly accelerating as it arced into the air and appeared over the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s head.
Boom!
In a flash of sparks and a peal of thunder, the small golden bell erupted with a dreadful and destructive storm of energy that immediately swept up the Demonic Emperor Old Man.
At this moment, the golden bell no longer seemed like a ritual tool, but a passage to another world, and the energy of this other world was madly surging and assailing the Demonic Emperor Old Man.
Such was the vastness of this energy that Dusong Mangpoje’s own strength was irrelevant. This was wholly the strength of the ritual tool.
But Dusong Mangpoje was still caught by surprise. Pitch-black and majestic energy burst out of the Demonic Emperor Old Man’s body, transforming into a giant blue hand that grasped the golden bell.
“!!!”
Dusong Mangpoje was left wide-eyed and slack-jawed by this sight. Even though he already knew that the Demonic Emperor Old Man was not easy to deal with, he was still left deeply stunned by this sight.
The Sacred Bell could not be gripped by an outside force, and if it could be so easily gripped, then it would never be able to imprison anyone. Such a thing had never happened in the past, and Dusong Mangpoje almost didn’t dare to believe his eyes. There was no question that this mysterious old man was unimaginably and unfathomably powerful. Even the Sacred Bell’s effects were greatly reduced against him.
“But it’s useless!!!”
Dusong Mangpoje’s eyes suddenly turned hard and sharp. His fingers formed a spell as his body rose from the air.
Boom!
A moment later, the golden bell that was only the size of a fist gave a jolt and then exploded in size, becoming several hundred times larger, a giant mountain-sized golden bell. Boooom! It dropped from the sky and smashed the Demonic Emperor Old Man into the ground.
When the storm dissipated, the Demonic Emperor Old Man had vanished, replaced by a six-meter-tall golden bell. Lightning crackled on the surface of the bell, hissing like tens of thousands of silver snakes coiling around the bell.
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