"Kiiiill!" "Kiiiill!"
Battle cries rang out as the army of 20,000 surged forward like a raging river, forming a vast torrent of steel that charged at the other side.
"This is absurd!"
Even though Hular was known as the Empire's White Corpse, his pale face devoid of emotion, he was so angry that his blood began to boil. No matter how formidable the enemy was, they were only twenty thousand soldiers, all of them made of flesh and blood. Could they really fight one hundred against one hundred thousand?
Moreover, even if they left, Shifan was not far behind them, and there were still two hundred thousand soldiers inside.
"Kill them!"
Hular's face was as cold as ice as he unsheathed his sword and gave the order to attack.
Bang!
The earth quaked as the one hundred thousand Arab soldiers roared and charged at the Tang people, Khorasani, and other rebel soldiers. Boom! The two armies, twenty thousand against one hundred thousand, fiercely clashed, causing the earth to quake in shock.
But this battle was destined to have nothing to do with the intensity that Hular had imagined. As the two armies collided like behemoths, Neigh and the Tang Dynasty's flanks drew long arcs across the battlefield, stabbing into the Arab army from the left and right. Meanwhile, a group of cavalry from the center of the army of twenty thousand charged out like a sharp sword, piercing through the Arab ranks.
"Cutting Formation!"
The moment they charged into the enemy ranks, the several thousand Wushang cavalry scattered like blossoms, transforming into countless sharp blades that cut through the enemy's ranks.
In the blink of an eye, the one hundred thousand Arab soldiers had collapsed into chaos, and all of this had taken place in just a few seconds.
"Bastard! Kill them! "
The Empire's White Corpse Hular was infuriated by this sight. For any army, the collapse of the main force would be fatal.
Although the enemy was fierce, they were far from invincible. In terms of numbers, the Arabs still had the advantage, and they still had two hundred thousand soldiers in the cities in the rear, ready to charge out at any moment. But just when Hular was still holding out hope …
Clang!
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, there was the sound of metal clanging. Before anyone could react, an invisible energy spread out, and something that shocked and even horrified everyone happened. Clang, clang, clang, the halos around the 100,000 soldiers rapidly weakened, and their auras continued to drop at an alarming rate.
"What's going on? What the hell happened? Why has my strength dropped so much!? "
"Be careful!"
…
The entire battlefield was thrown into chaos. This sudden development had dealt a far greater blow to the Arab army than the Wushang Cavalry's cutting formation.
The former was a physical slaughter, while the latter was a psychological panic that caught people off guard!
And this was only the beginning. A moment later, there was another clattering of metal, and this time, it was the Arab generals' turn to plummet in strength.
"Ah!"
A burst of chaotic screams came from behind them. Everyone turned their heads, only to find that the chaotic screams were coming from Shifan City, which was far behind them. In a flash, Hular and all the other governors and Great Generals grimaced. No one had expected the enemy's attack range to be so large. Not just the one hundred thousand soldiers at the front, but the two hundred thousand soldiers in the rear who were not participating in the battle were also affected.
The Bane of the Battlefield Halo!
The Bane of Generals Halo!
Wang Chong, riding atop his White-hoofed Shadow, smiled and unleashed his two strongest war halos. Unlike the top-class armies and elites led by Qutaybah and Osman, the Arab soldiers were far less elite, and they were much more affected by the effects of the fog.
The Bane of the Battlefield Halo and the Bane of Generals Halo had never been invincible. As long as an expert of the Great General level took action and expended energy, they could still weaken the effects of these halos. But would Wang Chong give them such a chance?
"Hurry! Use the Great General Halo to weaken these two halos! "
Pahlavi bellowed in both shock and fury. Although he didn't know what sort of halo his foe was using, he was still a governor of Arabia, a Great General expert. Pahlavi was able to quickly determine how to deal with it.
However, before he could finish his words, the earth rumbled. In an instant, everyone felt an enormous aura suddenly rise up from the ground like a tsunami, heading toward the three of them at an astonishing speed.
"Since you won't retreat, then you will remain here forever!"
Wang Chong's voice, suffused with a bone-chilling chill, resounded through the world like the god of death announcing their fates.
"Impudent!"
The three of them looked up at the sky at the same time, but before Hular could react, the Arab Governor to his right, Kailimu furiously leaped into the air. Clangclangclang! As he flew into the air, black and red halos exploded from his body.
"Kailimu, watch out!"
Hular grimaced at this sight. Of all the Arab governors, Karim had never been the most patient. His hot-tempered personality had become a fatal danger at this moment. No one knew better than him that this eastern youth was far more valiant than any of the Imperial Great Generals of the conquered countries they had encountered before. This was not something that Karim could deal with alone.
Bang! With no time to think, Hular's body exploded with energy and shot into the sky like a cannonball. Roooar! The moment he soared into the sky, a demonic roar resounded through the world. Behind Hular, the air rippled, and a ghastly white foot suddenly emerged from the depths of the void, followed by a pale white figure stepping out of the void.
As everyone watched, a ghastly white corpse more than thirty meters tall appeared behind Hular. Upon seeing this corpse, everyone suddenly understood why Hular was called the Empire's White Corpse.
Howl! The moment it appeared, the eyes of the giant pale corpse suddenly shot out two balls of light that were like scorching suns. At the same time, it let out a bloodthirsty and brutal howl. The howl contained a strong spiritual fluctuation that shot out in all directions. In a flash, fear appeared in the eyes of all the surrounding people. This was an instinctive fear, like ants encountering a more powerful life form. Trembling, they began to flee, not even the Arabs able to avoid it.
As the Arab governor, the Empire's White Corpse Hular's style of battle was completely different from that of the other governors. The giant corpse that Hular had summoned possessed powerful Psychic Energy, and the howl of fear it let out was enough to make even Saint Martial experts tremble and feel a deep dread in their souls.
But before the Empire's White Corpse Hular could let out a howl of fear, a moment later, boom! A vast and terrifying energy that caused even the world to lose its splendor suddenly erupted and struck the giant pale corpse. The giant corpse trembled and then grabbed his head with both hands as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.
His energy had also fallen into disarray.
Not only that, the two suns of light in the giant corpse's eyes rapidly dimmed and dimmed. The Empire's White Corpse Hular groaned, blood flowing out of his ears, nostrils, and eyes. That avatar was not just an avatar, but his life. An injury to the avatar was no different from an injury to him.
"Psychic Energy!"
A hint of fear finally appeared in Hular's eyes. His Hell White Corpse had always been an extremely powerful Psychic Energy technique. Not even Saint Martial experts could withstand it, much less others. But Hular had never imagined that his opponent's Psychic Energy was even stronger than his own.
"Ahem!"
At almost the same time, he heard a series of groans. Hular was far from the only one affected by Wang Chong's Psychic Energy attack. To the left and right, Pahlavi and Karim were both assaulted, their Psychic Energy thrown into disarray. Even their techniques were affected by this Psychic attack, causing them to clearly stagnate.
Psychic Storm!
This was an evolved technique that Wang Chong had comprehended from Masil's Thorn of Darkness. The Thorn of Darkness was a technique that could be used against a single opponent, but Wang Chong had evolved it into a Psychic Energy technique that could be used against multiple opponents. Even against multiple Saint Martial experts, it could still deal a massive blow to their minds and souls, throwing them into disarray.
"Great Destruction Art!"
A cold and emotionless voice resounded in the ears of all the Arabs. Before they could react, Wang Chong had used the strongest technique of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art.
"Not good!"
"Careful!"
The moment Wang Chong attacked, everyone felt an enormous fear, but it was too late.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the blink of an eye, a huge airflow whizzed down from the sky and violently hit the ground. In the sky, there was a loud noise, and several figures were sent flying like kites with their strings cut.
"Run!"
Hular's face was covered in fear as he fled. If one looked carefully, one of his arms was limp at his side, blood gushing out of it.
Hular had actually been injured in a single blow. A destructive energy was wreaking havoc in his body, and in just a few moments, Hular had tried several dozen times to expel a strand of this energy, but he had failed every time.
"Impossible! Just what kind of energy could be so terrifying! "
Hular's heart thumped in fear. He had originally believed that no matter how powerful his opponent was, he would only be on the same level as Abu Muslim, but not even Abu Muslim could defeat him like this.
But before Hular could get very far, he heard a shrill wail.
"Ah!"
Before Hular could react, an enormous aura vanished from his senses.
"Pahlavi."
Hular's heart sank as a thought flitted through his mind.
"I said long ago that you were seeking death!"
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