"Stop! Don't panic! "
In the chaos, an Arab general attempted to restrain the army and reorganize its formation so that it wouldn't trample on one another. But not long after he gave the order, an enormous foot stomped down, pulverizing the Arab general and the soldiers around him into meat paste.
"Don't worry about the formation! Run! "
Screams rose from behind them and then quickly died away, as if their necks had been snapped. All of them felt their hair stand on end.
The tangible threat of death made even the bravest of Arab soldiers feel their scalps numb and their hearts fill with fear. But now that Wang Chong had decided to stimulate the potential of these Behemoths, the fleeing Arab soldiers could not outrun them. Eighty-five thousand, ninety thousand, ninety-six thousand … the Arab casualties continued to climb. Severed limbs littered the earth, rivers of blood flowed across it, and Arab scimitars and superior armor littered the battlefield.
"It's over! The Arabs have already lost this battle. There's no doubt about it! "
The three highest commanders of the Ouzan Empire were just as gloomy as the Arabs.
Without the lips, the teeth would feel the cold. Even the valiant Arabs had been defeated by the Great Tang's edge, so it would be even more difficult for them to defeat the Great Tang.
"We need to prepare to withdraw. If we stay, we'll be the ones to suffer grievous casualties!"
For the first time, Huoshu Huizang began to think about retreating. Just one of these Behemoths raised by the Arabs was enough to inflict grievous casualties on them, let alone four.
"But the Arabs are still our allies. Before we retreat, should we feign an attack and help them escape?"
Dusong Mangpoje said with a complex mind. With these final words, Dusong Mangpoje turned his head to Dalun Ruozan. This plan was planned and prepared by Dalun Ruozan. Whether to withdraw or stay, only Dalun Ruozan could make the decision.
Dalun Ruozan said nothing, his eyes looking forward, his expression calm. Only his robe flapped in the wind, but neither Huoshu Huizang nor Dusong Mangpoje could tell what he was thinking.
"There's no hurry!"
Dalun Ruozan suddenly spoke.
"The Arabs truly did lose, but this war is far from as simple as all of you imagine."
Dalun Ruozan looked at the gigantic beasts in the distance as a sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
…
At this moment, on the western side of the City of Talas, the Arab army was being routed.
"Let's hope it can last as long as possible. This is the last thing we can do!"
Wang Chong quietly said to himself. Even though large numbers of Arabs were falling, Wang Chong was not as excited or elated as he had imagined. His mind was controlling the four Behemoths, so he could clearly sense the changes in their bodies.
Fwoosh!
The Burner continued to spit out streams of flames. Not only were the Burner's magma flames inaccurate, but the intensity and heat of the flames were also greatly reduced. Its body trembled violently and swayed. Although it had not fallen, every step seemed to exhaust all the strength in its body. Its body staggered as if it would fall at any moment.
Not far from the Burning One, the white bear Behemoth was growing more and more berserk. It opened and closed its mouth again and again, but not a single sound came out. Only Wang Chong knew that its body was in a terrible state. The meridians that controlled its voice and body had been severely torn, and its movements were becoming more and more uncoordinated and inflexible. Controlling it consumed far more Psychic Energy than Wang Chong had ever consumed before.
Next to the white bear Behemoth, the other Behemoth was not in much better condition.
With every moment that Wang Chong controlled it, the condition of these Behemoths worsened.
"Boom!"
After an unknown amount of time passed, an earth-shattering boom filled the air. The Burning One, the weakest of them all, suddenly slumped to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Then, the Burning One lay on the ground, eyes closed, motionless. This sudden development had not only startled the surrounding Tang Dynasty soldiers, but also the distant Abu Muslim and Ziyad.
"It's the Burning One!"
"What's going on here!"
In the distance, the two commanders of the Arabian Empire heard the commotion and turned to look in the direction of Talas, at that fiery lizard in the roiling cloud of dust, their faces stricken with shock.
Everyone had witnessed the abilities of the Behemoths. If the Tang Dynasty had led four Behemoths in pursuit, no matter how unwilling Abu Muslim and Ziyad were, they would have been forced to order the army to retreat, perhaps even past Samarkand and all the way to Khorasan. But when they saw the motionless Burning One in the distance, they glanced at each other and saw the strangeness in each other's eyes.
"Milord, this Behemoth …"
Ziyad subconsciously turned to Abu Muslim. The moment the Burning One's energy had fallen, it had completely vanished. Another Behemoth had fallen on the battlefield of Talas. Ziyad had no idea what had happened, but if there was one person on the battlefield who could singlehandedly wound the Burning One and even kill it, it could only be Abu Muslim, who cultivated the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars Art.
"It wasn't me!"
Abu Muslim's brow furrowed. Although Ziyad had not finished speaking, Abu Muslim already knew what he was trying to say.
"The Burning One's defense might not be as strong as the Consecrated or the other Behemoths, but it's still no easy task to kill it. Moreover, I had been fighting with that Tang Dynasty Qixi Protector-General this entire time, so I had no time to deal with it. "
Ziyad was dumbfounded by these words.
If it wasn't Abu Muslim, who else had the ability to kill the Burning One? Could it be the Tang people? That would be far too absurd!
But the death of the Burning One did not slow the pursuit of the Tang Dynasty. Tens of thousands of Arabs were slain in droves, their corpses strewn across the western side of Talas.
Awoooo!
After some time, the white bear Behemoth suddenly stopped in its pursuit of the Arabs. Its face was ferocious, and its two huge bear paws suddenly crazily attacked the ground around it and its own body. Loud rumbling sounds rang out incessantly, and countless gravel was sent flying everywhere. Smoke and dust billowed up into the sky.
"Ah!"
"Run! The white bear Behemoth has gone berserk! Everyone, get away from it! "
The Tang Dynasty soldiers who had been pursuing the Behemoth were startled and began to retreat. Given the white bear Behemoth's abilities, if it went berserk and attacked the Tang people around it, the ones suffering the most grievous casualties would be their own people, not the Arabs. But they quickly realized that although the white bear Behemoth had gone berserk, it had remained rooted to the ground and made no further attacks.
"The second one …"
On the giant ape's shoulder, Wang Chong's heart ached as he gazed at the white bear Behemoth. He had originally believed that he had gained control of four Behemoths and obtained a powerful force, but after the first Burning One, another Behemoth had fallen into a state of near death. The white bear's berserk behavior was its final act before death. Rumble, rumble, rumble. The earth trembled, and a series of earth-shattering booms rang out. After raging for a moment, the huge white bear fell heavily to the ground, breathing its last breath. At the moment of its death, its blood seeped through its cracked skin and dyed the white bear's snow-white fur red.
Like dominoes falling, the deaths of the Burning One and the white bear Behemoth marked the beginning of the four Behemoths' deaths. After the white bear Behemoth, the third Behemoth was slain with a roar. It wasn't just the distant Abu Muslim, Ziyad, the thousands of Arabs, and even Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje who were dumbfounded.
The four Behemoths were like four massive mountains that pressed down on everyone's heads. The pressure they had exerted on the Tang Dynasty before was now equivalent to the pressure the Ouzan and Arabs were feeling. But no one expected the four giant beasts to die one after another. Now, there was only one consecrated left.
In a flash, Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje subconsciously turned to Dalun Ruozan. When the two of them had been preparing to retreat, it had been Dalun Ruozan who had stopped them. Now that they thought about it, it was clear that he had already noticed some clues.
"I don't have that much foresight …"
Dalun Ruozan indifferently said. He continued to stare forward, not even turning his head. But he had long ago seen through Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje's thoughts.
"I just thought of a few things from the reactions of those four Behemoths. The Arab method of raising the Behemoths and the medicine they use to feed them all come from an ancient civilization that dates back at least tens of thousands of years. There is nothing that can remain intact after such a long period of time. Thus, the Arab method of raising the Behemoths must have been flawed and naturally flawed. If this wasn't the case, they wouldn't have been so easily controlled. "
With these final words, Dalun Ruozan turned to Wang Chong on the giant ape's shoulder.
"Prime Minister, why don't we … use this chance to attack them from the back? Perhaps we can turn defeat into victory. Not only will we defeat the Tang Dynasty, but we can also make Abu Muslim and the Arabs feel gratitude toward us?"
A voice suddenly came from the side. It was Huoba Sangye. He had been standing next to Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huicang, and Dusong Mangpoje, and he had clearly heard every word that had been said. Huoba Sangye had been quiet for a very long time, finally speaking.
"It's not that easy. Do you see the army in front of Talas? This Young Marquis has been on guard against us for a long time. "
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