Wang Chong was on the verge of simultaneously taking control of the Burning One and the Consecrated!
The two Behemoths continued to stomp down, inflicting severe damage to the nearby Arab cavalry.
"Damn it!"
Abu Muslim's thick brows burned with rage. Bzzz! Abu Muslim immediately threw off Gao Xianzhi and charged at Wang Chong on the giant ape's left shoulder. Boom! The world darkened as a massive black fist covered in golden divine armor punched toward Wang Chong. Before the fist even arrived, its enormous energy had already caused space to twist and crack like a spiderweb.
The power of this punch far surpassed that of Saint Martial Tier 8, even that of an Imperial Great General, reaching a terrifying level. But a moment later, a sharp beam of Sword Qi pierced through Abu Muslim's Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars Fist.
Although this attack was not as powerful as Abu Muslim's, it had chosen the perfect time and place to strike at the weakest point of Abu Muslim's fist energy. This sword instantly nullified Abu Muslim's attack.
"Abu Muslim, our battle isn't over yet. Where are you in such a rush to go?"
In a flash of light, Gao Xianzhi, dressed in armor, appeared in front of Abu Muslim. Gao Xianzhi's face was pale and devoid of blood, and his armor was in tatters. Bright red blood seeped out of the chinks in his armor. It was clear that he had been through an arduous battle.
Even so, the smile on Gao Xianzhi's lips still remained, and he still maintained his composure and elegance.
"Gao Xianzhi! You're seeking death! Do you think that you can stop me in your current state? "
Abu Muslim's face was as cold as ice, his eyes blazing with rage.
After so many battles, Gao Xianzhi was already an arrow at the end of its flight. Abu Muslim had originally believed that Gao Xianzhi would be tactful enough to dodge to the side, but he had not expected him to continue to fight. He was simply seeking his own death.
"Civil officials don't cherish talent, and military generals don't hesitate to die. This is their duty. If I were greedy for an easy life, I wouldn't have marched thousands of miles to this City of Talas. Today, no matter what, I will not take a step back. If Lord Governor has any trump cards, please use them! "
Gao Xianzhi held the sword in his right hand and smiled. His eyes were filled with determination.
Abu Muslim's pupils constricted as he took a deep look at Gao Xianzhi, acting like he was getting to know him for the first time.
"Gao Xianzhi, I take back what I said earlier. You are a respectable opponent!"
A hint of respect appeared in Abu Muslim's eyes, and then he slowly straightened his body and took an extremely ancient bronze gauntlet from his bosom. The gauntlet was engraved with ancient characters, and images of gods and demons could be seen on its surface, even angels. The most dazzling of all was the large eye on the back of the gauntlet.
The Eye of the Demon God!
This was the name of this bronze gauntlet.
The world to the west of the Cong Mountains had developed in a completely different way from the Tang Dynasty. An extremely powerful civilization had once existed here, and it had left behind many ruins and formidable artifacts. Unlike the Tang Dynasty, all these ancient artifacts had belonged to the supreme ruler of the Arabian Empire, the Caliph.
Abu Muslim's Eye of the Demon God had been bestowed upon him by the Caliph during an audience with the Caliph. There were two Eye of the Demon God gauntlet. One had been bestowed to Abu Muslim while the other had been given to the most revered First Prince of the Arabian Empire.
The laws and energy contained within the Eye of the Demon God had transcended this era. The Caliph had once gathered all the craftsmen and experts of the Arabian Empire in hopes of unraveling its secrets, but all their efforts had been in vain. But even so, there was one thing that could be confirmed. The Eye of the Demon God and Abu Muslim's Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars Art complemented each other and could greatly increase his strength.
There was even a rumor that the Eye of the Demon God had been left behind by one of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods of ancient times.
Although Abu Muslim had possessed the Eye of the Demon God for a very long time, he had rarely used it. Even when he encountered an extremely formidable opponent, Abu Muslim would not wear the gauntlet. As the valiant Governor of Iron and Blood of the east, Abu Muslim would only wear the gauntlet when he encountered an opponent worthy of his respect, using this method to end his opponent's life as a sign of respect.
Abu Muslim was no stranger to Gao Xianzhi's eyes. They were the eyes of those who had made up their minds and were ready to die. There was no doubt that Gao Xianzhi had chosen his fate, and he had decided to use this method to buy time and cover the retreat of the army.
Even though Abu Muslim was filled with respect for him, he would not let him have his way.
"Gao Xianzhi, as a sign of respect, I will use this gauntlet to personally end your life!"
Abu Muslim raised the gauntlet in his hand and sternly said. With these words, Abu Muslim suddenly stepped forward and lunged at Gao Xianzhi. At the same time, a powerful energy surged out of the bronze gauntlet and burrowed into Abu Muslim's body. In an instant, this Governor-General Dongfang, who was already very powerful to begin with, reached an even more terrifying level.
Bang!
A pitch-black fist energy shot forward with unimaginable speed, pulverizing Gao Xianzhi's Sword Qi with a single punch. Pfff! Gao Xianzhi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The armor on his body shattered, and he was blasted flying.
"Lord Gao!"
Wang Chong, who was mentally battling with Masil, suddenly paled when he saw what was going on in the distance. Awoooo! The Behemoth roared as the fiery Burning One opened its mouth and spat out a stream of fire. But this stream of fire was not aimed at the giant ape, but at Abu Muslim.
In his battle with Masil, Wang Chong had gained control over sixty percent of the Burning One, including its ability to spit fire.
"Lord Governor, save me!"
At almost the same time, Masil let out a scream. Within the Burning One's body, Wang Chong's attacks were fierce to the extreme. Masil's Psychic Energy was already less than a third of what it used to be, and Wang Chong was continuing to whittle away at his Psychic Energy. Moreover, it seemed like he would not rest until he was dead. Boom!
In a flash, Abu Muslim turned his head and punched out, scattering the Burning One's fiery flames. Abu Muslim was also extremely worried. The situation was slowly beginning to spiral out of control. The Behemoths that he had borrowed from the Caliph of Baghdad were slowly losing control and trampling over his own army.
From the sky, one could see that every step of the Consecrated and the Burning One would land in the middle of the Arab army. Screams filled the air as countless Arab horsemen died on the spot, their corpses never leaving behind a complete pulp. In just a few short moments, the Arab losses had reached four to five thousand, and they were still rapidly climbing.
Moreover, what worried Abu Muslim the most was that Masil had a special status. He was the commander of the Behemoth Army, a rare Psychic Energy expert, and also the Caliph's most favored subject. He had an extremely high status in the empire, and his status was extremely important to Abu Muslim.
He had borrowed the Behemoth Army, and it was also because of him that Masil had appeared in the City of Talas. If anything happened to Masil, the Caliph would definitely be enraged. And as the supreme ruler of the east, Abu Muslim would not be able to escape the blame!
Bang!
Abu Muslim was getting more and more anxious, and his attacks against Gao Xianzhi were getting fiercer and fiercer. Awoooo! The sky darkened and the winds howled. Abu Muslim's body seemed to possess some sort of strange energy that could change the weather. Countless streams of energy began to converge on Abu Muslim's body.
And behind Abu Muslim was a massive demon god, with horns and hooves, an ugly and lifelike face. It had suddenly appeared.
The golden-red pillar behind the demon god also exuded a mysterious aura. The countless ancient characters around it flickered in and out of existence, exuding an aura of destruction.
Boom! This punch caused space to cave in, leaving behind a massive depression.
"Milord!"
In the blink of an eye, Cheng Qianli pounced over, but he was sent flying by Abu Muslim with a single punch. The Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars Art was imbued with the power of an ancient civilization. Not even Cheng Qianli was a match for it. Vomiting blood, his chest caved in, and he crashed to the ground like a cannonball, heavily injured.
Cries of grief and indignation rang out from the vast battlefield. Countless Tang Dynasty soldiers paled at this sight, their breathing almost stopping.
"Bastard!"
Wang Chong's eyes instantly turned red. Gao Xianzhi and Cheng Qianli were the two highest commanders of the Tang Dynasty's Western Regions, and they were also people that Wang Chong respected. These people had fought for their country, spending half their lives guarding the border. They were true heroes. No matter what, these two could not be allowed to die here.
"Abu Muslim, you're seeking your own death!"
Suddenly, an enraged roar resounded through the heavens. A moment later, the earth quaked as the giant ape that had been fighting the Burning One roared, bared its white fangs, and lunged at Abu Muslim in the air.
The giant ape shot forward like a bolt of lightning, unleashing a massive fist that blotted out the sun as it lunged at Abu Muslim with the speed of a thunderbolt.
The agility and flexibility displayed by the giant ape were something that Masil could not compare to. It was like the abilities of a martial artist had been fused into the giant ape's body, giving it both immense strength and extraordinary martial arts. This was the most perfect form.
Boom! The giant ape's fist stirred up an unimaginably powerful shockwave.
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