"The Tang Dynasty cannot be underestimated! In the entire continent, only they can contend against the Arabs! "
Dusong Mangpoje stood on the side, his hair flying in the wind. He was no less shocked than Huoshu Huizang. The quality and training of the Tang Dynasty's soldiers was something that other factions could only look up to. Dusong Mangpoje was known as the Eagle of the Plateau, and he was brimming with ambition for the empire. Alas, though he was conceited and had the ability to command soldiers that was on par with any Great General, perhaps even superior, Ouzan's faction could not compare to the Tang Dynasty.
The Tang Dynasty currently only had seven Great Generals on the surface, but if one added Wang Yan, Cheng Qianli, and Xianyu Zhongtong, who had the strength of Great Generals through their formations, there would be more than ten. And if one added Wang Zhongsi, who had retired to the center and become the Crown Prince's Junior Guardian, as well as those who had gone into seclusion, there would be even more.
Moreover, there was also Wang Chong, who, though not at the Great General level of strength, was a heaven-defying existence that not even Great Generals could compare to in the art of war and strategy.
Abu Muslim's status in the Arabian Empire was already on the same level as Zhang Shougui and Wang Zhongsi, and the number of people who could surpass him could be counted on one hand. With his army of three hundred thousand soldiers, Abu Muslim had conquered and destroyed countless countries. Even the Khorasan Dynasty, a powerful existence that had been on par with Ouzan and the Western Turks at its peak, had ultimately been destroyed by Abu Muslim's army.
But this powerful army had first been held back by Gao Xianzhi for two months, and then, with the absolute advantage in numbers and the Behemoth Army and Skyquaking Army, two powerful armies that could dominate the battlefield, the Tang Dynasty had still managed to reverse the situation.
Only the Tang Dynasty could accomplish such a feat. And this was not even one-fifth of the Tang Dynasty's army.
Just the thought of it was enough to make Dusong Mangpoje's heart turn cold and fill him with intense apprehension.
"All of this … is because of him."
Dusong Mangpoje's gaze quickly focused on the Tang Dynasty youth on the giant ape's shoulder. Ouzan had the chance to not only defeat the Tang dynasty, but also unite with Mengshe Zhao to occupy the fertile land in the southwest of the Tang dynasty and then conquer the Central Plains.
But because of that youth's appearance, first the southwest was routed, then the plateau epidemic, then Zhangzhung was destroyed, and then the northern army was completely wiped out …
In front of the two, Dalun Ruozan's gaze changed. He raised his hand several times and put it down again. In the end, he did not issue the order to send out the troops.
At this moment, on the battlefield, Wang Chong was standing on the giant ape's left shoulder, observing the entire situation, using the four giant beasts to quickly control the overall situation. These trump cards that Abu Muslim relied on the most had now become Wang Chong's greatest weapon against the Arabs.
"Now is the time for all of you to pay the price!"
Wang Chong looked down on the battlefield, his expression frigid as he gazed at the panicked and fleeing Arab cavalry. Roooar! The three Behemoths, under Wang Chong's control, began to massacre the Arab army. Boomboomboom! One giant foot after another stomped down, and this simple action was enough to claim the lives of thousands of Arab cavalry.
And the Burning One was constantly spewing out flames that included all the Arab cavalry in a radius of several hundred zhang. The earth was aflame, and countless soldiers were felled by the flames of the Burning One. Once the Burning One's flames burned away all the oxygen in the air, many soldiers would suffocate to death.
"Aaaah!"
The screams of those on the verge of death resounded over the battlefield of Talas. At this moment, the entire battlefield was engulfed in roaring flames and black smoke. Mountains of corpses were piled up, and the air was filled with the ashes of burning corpses.
The losses of the two hundred thousand Arab soldiers had reached an astonishing level, and even many generals had lost their lives. Countless soldiers were fleeing to the west.
"Damn thing!!"
Abu Muslim stood in the air, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the corpses strewn across the ground and the retreating army. Even his steely fists were fiercely trembling. Boom! Abu Muslim's body swayed as he vanished into the void, reappearing in the air above the giant ape.
"Die!!"
Abu Muslim's voice resounded through the sky as the enormous three-headed Demon God Asmodeus and the golden-red pillar once more emerged from the dark clouds. Boom! Without the slightest hesitation, Abu Muslim punched, and a black dragon the size of a fortress roared as it shot forward with thunderous speed toward Wang Chong on the giant ape's left shoulder.
Bang!
In a flash, a massive metal cudgel swept forward, pulverizing the destructive energy of Abu Muslim's Hell Black Dragon. A moment later, the black ape's body shot forward, its long tail swinging as its other arm fiercely lashed out at Abu Muslim.
This punch was fast and vicious, bursting with power that could shatter mountains. Moreover, the angle of the attack had been meticulously calculated. In the face of this attack, even the Governor of Iron and Blood couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face grimacing, and his body swayed as he retreated to avoid this attack.
"Abu Muslim, you can't beat me. In this battle, just watch as I use your most precious Behemoths to kill off all your soldiers!"
Wang Chong stood on the giant ape's shoulder and coldly chuckled.
Abu Muslim's attack had been completely within his expectations. The giant ape's strength was fused with his experience, strength, and rich battle techniques as a War Saint. At this moment, Abu Muslim had no advantage over him. Wang Chong was completely capable of anticipating any of his attacks.
From a certain perspective, Wang Chong was even stronger than he had been in his last life.
"Young man, you will definitely die at my hands. You won't be able to be smug for long!"
Abu Muslim's face was ashen and nasty, but it was also filled with extreme rage. He had no time to worry about Gao Xianzhi. His priority was to kill Wang Chong. Only then could he resolve the situation.
Boom! Abu Muslim's body trembled as the Eye of the Demon God once more exploded with light. In a flash, the sky was filled with dark clouds and fierce winds. Boundless energy of the world gathered from all around, and behind Abu Muslim, the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars, Asmodeus, had grown even larger.
Bang!
Abu Muslim's eyes burned with fury as he gathered up all his strength and once more charged at Wang Chong like a bolt of lightning. On the ground, Wang Chong looked up at the sky and sneered. Beneath him, the giant ape bared its fangs and looked up at the same sky as Wang Chong. Then, with a stomp of its feet, it shot into the air and attacked.
This battle had completely fallen into Wang Chong's rhythm. Even though it was the Governor of Iron and Blood who had challenged Wang Chong, Wang Chong had managed to turn this into a battle between Abu Muslim and the strongest Consecrated.
Wang Chong, on the other hand, had remained uninvolved.
"Masil, now it's your turn, the main culprit!"
While the giant ape and Abu Muslim were fiercely battling, Wang Chong's attention was focused elsewhere. Although he had succeeded in expelling Masil's consciousness from the four Behemoths, Wang Chong was well aware that Masil was still alive.
For the Tang Dynasty to fall into such a state at Talas, with so many casualties and even Gao Xianzhi and Cheng Qianli heavily injured, Masil and his Behemoth Army could not escape the blame. With so many dead, Wang Chong would never allow him to escape and start another war.
"Buzz!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong sent the other half of his mind out of his body, burrowing into the earth.
… …
"Lost, lost … I have to report this to the High Priest. There shouldn't be such a powerful Psychic Energy expert here! "
At this moment, deep underground, a centipede-like monster was fleeing at high speed. Masil was crouched on the monster's head, one hand pressed against it as he gasped for breath. His mouth, ears, eyes, nose, and even his skin were bleeding profusely. His appearance was wretched, and even his aura was extremely weak.
This battle with Wang Chong had not only dealt a heavy blow to his Psychic Energy, but also placed a heavy burden on his body.
Wang Chong was correct when he said that Psychic Energy was illusory. But Masil was also keenly aware that Psychic Energy could not be fake. This was not the way to understand it. Masil had only been wounded in the Psychic Energy, but even his internal organs were bleeding. If he were to stay here any longer, he would really be on the road to death.
"Too terrifying! This battle is no longer important! The loss of the battle is all Abu Muslim's responsibility. For the Tang Dynasty to produce such a Psychic Energy expert, one whose soul can even imitate the blazing sun and incinerate all things, is unacceptable. As long as this person is here, our Behemoth Army will be useless! "
Masil's mind was in a state of panic.
This journey to the east had been the most terrifying of nightmares, something that Masil had never imagined possible. Right now, Masil was like a stray dog, only thinking about escaping as quickly as possible.
"I have to invite the High Priest! Only the High Priest can deal with him!"
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