"How could this be? The Behemoth's power isn't something a Great General can stop! "
On the distant hills, even Huoshu Huizang's eyes widened in shock at this sight. In terms of strength, he was actually stronger than Wang Chong, but not even Huoshu Huizang could say that he could stop the Behemoth.
"Nothing is impossible. To do something beyond one's abilities requires one to pay a price. He's just using his body to endure the Behemoth's charge. It looks astonishing on the surface, but he's already injured. Truly foolish. "
Duwusili's eyes were bright as he sneered. Although they were both Great Generals, in terms of cultivation, Duwusili firmly suppressed Huoshu Huizang and Dusong Mangpoje. With Duwusili's cultivation, he had long ago noticed that Wang Chong had suffered significant internal injuries.
In the distance, as if in response to Duwu Sili's voice, the Godking Yama's arm snapped off at the base and dropped to the ground.
"Ah?!"
"General!"
"Milord!"
Cries of alarm rang out from behind the defense line, and even Zhang Shouzhi paled. Wang Chong was currently the barrier of the army. If even he was injured and could not stop the Behemoth, then the giant ballistae would be meaningless. Everyone would be doomed.
"I'm fine! I can still endure it! "
Wang Chong's voice came from above, apparently understanding their worries.
"Zhang Shouzhi, where's my weapon? Give it to me! "
Wang Chong's voice was tinged with worry. 'Yama Descends' was a supreme technique of the Yama. It could absorb the Origin Energy of all things in the world, the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, to greatly strengthen oneself. However, this ability could not be maintained for long, and it would have severe side effects. Since he could not count on the giant ballistae, Wang Chong could only place his hopes on that weapon.
A mere vajra pestle formed from Stellar Energy was far from enough.
"Wuming, Wujia, Wuyi, Wuding, how are your weapons? Are they not ready yet?! Don't tell me you can't even forge a simple iron rod? "
Zhang Shouzhi was also angry. He turned his head and looked at the craftsmen team not far away.
"Master, it's done. All that's left is the mold. It'll be ready in a moment."
The young craftsmen hurriedly said.
"Bastard!"
Zhang Shouzhi finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He strode over and kicked a few of his trusted disciples.
"Mold! Molds! Is this the time to care about molds? How pedantic … Hurry up and push the iron rod out! "
Zhang Shouzhi was so angry that he didn't have time to say anything. He pushed away the disciples and walked to the side of the craftsmen. He reached out and forcefully opened the mechanism of the casting machine.
Boom! With a loud clang of steel, a conical iron rod more than ten meters long and one meter thick rolled down a steel slope from the casting unit, its whole body still emitting black smoke.
The surface of this iron rod was still wrapped in a thick mold and reinforced with screws.
"Wang Chong! The weapon is here! It's all up to you now! "
Zhang Shouzhi's hair danced in the wind as he pulled open the mechanism and anxiously shouted at the sky.
"Okay!"
Amidst the thunderous roars, a huge foot grew in size, crossing the first line of defense and stomping heavily on the ground. Amid the exclamations of the surrounding people, a huge palm quickly reached down from the sky and grabbed the iron rod that had just been forged.
"Rise!"
With a shout, Wang Chong grabbed the iron rod from the ground. Howl!
Just as Wang Chong leaned back, relaxed his resistance, and grabbed the iron rod, the hippo-like scaled beast's eyes flashed fiercely, and it rushed over with all its might. That collision could topple mountains and overturn seas, and it shook the heavens and the earth. Perhaps even a mountain range would collapse from the collision. However, in the face of this earth-shattering impact, Wang Chong didn't flinch at all.
"Bastard! Good move! "
Wang Chong roared angrily. With both hands holding the ten-meter-long iron rod, he didn't dodge or evade, and smashed it down heavily.
Rumble! Wang Chong used all his strength in this strike. With a deafening sound, the scaled beast's head was smashed several meters away from Wang Chong. The force of the strike was so great that the beast's head was smashed into the ground. It let out a shocking roar, and even its head seemed to be split open.
The giant beast was smashed to the ground by the rod, and it lost its balance. Half of its body slammed into the ground, creating a huge crater in the ground with a loud rumble.
"Beast, eat another one of my moves!"
Wang Chong's right foot stomped down on the Behemoth's head. His two arms gripped the metal cudgel, and with a forceful tug, all the molds on the cudgel fell to the ground. Wang Chong gripped the thick end of the cudgel and turned it around to stab at the Behemoth's head.
Awooo!
With a cracking sound, the Behemoth's tough skull was pierced through by the sharp tip of the iron rod, a part of it stabbing into the skull. This strike dealt an unprecedented wound to the scaled Behemoth, and its vigorous flame of life instantly dimmed by half.
"Damn it! This bastard! "
Masil paled at the wretched howls of the Behemoth. His fingernails dug into his palms, his eyes bursting with hatred and rage.
Even he could sense that the Behemoth was in unprecedented danger. If this continued, the illustrious Terrorizer that had once destroyed countless countries and cities, that had become synonymous with death, would truly be slain by an eastern human in the City of Talas.
"Bring the bow!"
A cold and dignified voice came from the rear of the army. Abu Muslim narrowed his eyes and extended an arm. A large golden bow, half the height of a man and a red bowstring made from the meridians of some unknown Behemoth, was delivered into Abu Muslim's hand.
This was Abu Muslim's treasured bow, the Bloody Slaughterer. Abu Muslim rarely used this bow, only in extremely troublesome situations or when facing extremely troublesome opponents.
The Terrorizer and the Destroyer were the symbols of the Caliph and important fighting forces of the empire. Whether it was for the dignity of the Caliph or for the victory of the war, Abu Muslim could not allow Wang Chong to succeed.
"Buzz!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Abu Muslim's feet spread apart, a golden arrow was nocked on the bowstring, and he drew the bow back until it was a full moon.
Rumble! There was a boom that was thousands of times louder than thunder, and it seemed like the entire world was about to shatter. Before anyone could react, Abu Muslim had released the bowstring and fired the arrow. No one could describe the speed of this arrow. In the blink of an eye, the golden arrow had crossed more than half the battlefield and appeared behind the Behemoth.
The place where the arrow passed through was a long, straight vacuum. From afar, it looked like a white wave that was thousands of meters long. However, behind this extreme splendor, there was a deep and terrifying killing intent.
No one had expected Abu Muslim to fire an arrow and enter the battlefield. Let alone Wang Chong, even the distant Duwusili, Huoshu Huizang, and Dalun Ruozan were deeply stunned.
And Abu Muslim's timing was perfect, right when Wang Chong was locked in a fierce battle with the Behemoth and all his attention was focused on the Behemoth.
"Not good!"
The first to notice this sight was the distant Gao Xianzhi. When he had been dealing with the black boar Behemoth, he had been facing the defense line, so he had clearly seen that Abu Muslim's arrow was aimed at the Shanzhong point on the Godking Yama's chest.
That was where Wang Chong's main body was when he used the Godking Yama Formation. If Abu Muslim's arrow hit him, Wang Chong would be doomed.
Abu Muslim's reaction was fast, but Wang Chong's was even faster. The moment the arrow was fired, Wang Chong had sensed it. Although Wang Chong's martial arts had not reached the level of his last life, his Psychic Energy had long ago reached the peak of the Saint Martial realm. Although Abu Muslim's attack was sudden, it still failed to escape Wang Chong's Psychic Energy.
Boom! There was a massive explosion of energy as Wang Chong leaned to the side and smashed his metal cudgel against Abu Muslim's golden arrow. The huge force directly smashed the arrow into pieces.
"How could this be?!"
In the rear of the army, Ziyad's body trembled as he stared in shock, almost not daring to believe his eyes. The governor rarely fired an arrow, but when he did, he would always choose a moment that would make it impossible for his opponent to dodge. But that young Tang people commander in the distance … Not only had he sensed it ahead of time and dodged the arrow, he had even shattered it with a single blow of his cudgel. Ziyad had never seen such a thing happen before.
"Milord!"
Ziyad's heart trembled as he subconsciously turned to Abu Muslim. Abu Muslim's back was still as steady and dignified as ever, but Ziyad could still sense a slight tremor in his heart. It was clear that he had not expected this.
But Abu Muslim said nothing. He slowly put down the golden bow and sat back down on his throne as if nothing had happened.
"Take it."
Abu Muslim passed the bow in his hand to the guard next to him.
"But, Milord! This might have just been a coincidence. If you fire a few more arrows, that Tang people will definitely be unable to stop them! "
Ziyad finally couldn't help but say, his expression faintly uneasy.
"There's no need!"
Abu Muslim immediately rejected the offer.
"Since the first arrow was useless, the second and third arrows will be useless as well. These Tang people are far more formidable than you and I imagine … And besides, I never fire a second arrow. "
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