The High Priest was Masil's true master, but Masil had never dared to call him that. He was not the only disciple the High Priest had taught. There was no one in the Arabian Empire who did not fear the High Priest, and even the Caliph treated him with respect.
As he was thinking, Masil's body suddenly trembled as if he had run into an invisible wall, and he came to a sudden stop. Masil was at first dazed, but when he realized what had happened, he flew into a rage.
"Beast, get out of here!"
Masil roared as he pulled out a brown dagger and plunged it into the head of the centipede monster. For some reason, this terrain monster had suddenly stopped. The feeling that Masil had felt as if he had crashed into a wall was actually the result of this monster coming to a sudden halt in its rapid motion.
But Masil was left dumbfounded by what he saw.
In the past, a single stab from Masil would cause the centipede monster to howl in pain, but this time, the monster didn't even move after being stabbed. It was as if it had been petrified.
"Damn it! What's going on here! "
Masil was both shocked and infuriated. The dagger in his hand stabbed down several more times, leaving a hole in the centipede's head. Green blood began to flow out, but the centipede monster remained motionless, its body frozen in the ground as if Masil had stabbed an empty shell.
"Bastard!"
Masil was truly beginning to panic. The threat of Wang Chong was right behind him, and the slightest mistake could lead to his death.
"Masil, there's no need to waste your energy. This monster is already under my control. As I said, you can't escape! "
At this moment, an indifferent voice rang out above Masil's head. This voice was flat and indifferent, but in Masil's ears, it was like a thunderclap that struck him like a bolt from the blue.
"Wang Chong!"
Masil's body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning. There was no doubt that this was the voice that Masil wanted to hear the least.
At this moment, a deep fear finally appeared in Masil's eyes.
But that was not the only thing that frightened him.
As Wang Chong spoke, the stilled centipede monster seemed to come back to life, its massive body beginning to move. But the centipede monster was advancing in the direction that Masil feared the most. Masil watched as it turned around. Not only did it not flee to the west, it began to lead Masil toward Wang Chong's position.
"Bastard! Stop right there! "
Masil was in a complete panic. His dagger continued to stab at the centipede monster, and at the same time, he sent a part of his Psychic Energy into the centipede's mind in an attempt to regain control over it. But what greeted him was a merciless psychic attack. Boom! Masil's Psychic Energy was instantly pulverized.
"You'd better give up! In front of me, you're just a real ant! You won't have any room to resist! "
Wang Chong's cold voice rang out, but this time, it was directed into Masil's mind.
"No, I won't! I can't lose to you! I am the commander of the Behemoth Army, an important minister of the Caliph's. I can't lose to anyone! "
Masil's eyes were red as he howled, on the verge of insanity.
"Go and tell these things to the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty you killed!"
A chilling killing intent appeared in Wang Chong's eyes as his Psychic Energy burrowed into Masil's forehead and began to invade his body.
"No! I won't lose to you! "
Masil roared and struggled, but he was powerless against Wang Chong's assault. He clenched his teeth and began to counterattack. Boomboomboom! Their Psychic Energies clashed. Masil knew that his life was on the line, and in his desperation, he was forced to use all his potential. But after hundreds of clashes, Masil was still defeated. The Psychic Energy domain was far more ferocious than he had imagined. Finally …
"I've lost! I beg you, let me go! I swear that I will never take a single step into the Tang Dynasty!"
Masil's eyes were no longer as arrogant as before, now brimming with pleading. He could sense a clear killing intent in Wang Chong's Psychic Energy. It was clear that Wang Chong wanted to kill him to avenge the deaths of the Tang Dynasty soldiers.
"Hmph, too late! I will first turn you into a puppet, and then I will torture you until you die in pain. Only then will you pay the price for your actions as an offering to the heroic souls of the Tang Dynasty! "
Wang Chong's voice was as cold as ice. Under the control of his Psychic Energy, the brown centipede monster continued to approach him, rising from the depths of the earth. Rumble! In Masil's mind, Wang Chong occupied every meridian, controlling Masil like a Behemoth.
With each meridian Wang Chong controlled, he could see many things. Masil's experiences and Psychic Energy techniques were laid bare before Wang Chong, all of them becoming Wang Chong's spoils of war.
Wang Chong saw Masil grow up in a dark, crude, and poor alley. He saw him fight over food with a stray dog, saw him frighten away a group of children with his fierce face, and 'saw' him use a blunt knife to stab a child who had mocked him during the day in the middle of the night. From this point on, Masil embarked on a completely different 'life'.
Wang Chong also saw Masil follow a mysterious black-robed man into a temple, practicing various Psychic Energy techniques. Many Psychic Energy techniques flowed into Wang Chong's mind, becoming his own.
Wang Chong was not a pure Psychic Energy expert, nor did he have a complete system of theories. He certainly wasn't like Masil, who had unexpectedly inherited an ancient Psychic Energy legacy. All these things that Masil knew became nourishment for Wang Chong, helping him make up for what Wang Chong lacked in the field of Psychic Energy.
At the beginning, Wang Chong had been staggering in the field of Psychic Energy, relying entirely on his own abilities to fumble about in the dark and unknown. But now, with Masil's theories and experiences, Wang Chong was rapidly maturing into a true Psychic Energy expert.
This was why Wang Chong had not just killed Masil, but had instead taken control of the centipede monster and brought him to him.
However, perhaps because he knew that disaster was imminent, Masil's resistance only intensified. Moreover, Wang Chong had still not obtained the secret and method of raising the Behemoth Army that he was most concerned about. Besides that, Wang Chong could clearly sense that there was an even greater secret hidden deep within Masil's mind.
Wang Chong had no way of knowing what this secret was, but from Masil's reaction, he could tell that this secret was extremely important to him, even more important than the secret of the Behemoth Army.
"Let me see just what secret you're hiding!"
Wang Chong stood on the shoulder of the Behemoth, his eyes cold and piercing. Boom! The sky suddenly darkened as an enormous black dragon of hell charged down at Wang Chong. Behind the black dragon, a figure floated in the air, his black cape flapping in the wind.
Abu Muslim stared at Wang Chong, his eyes bursting with killing intent.
However, at the next moment, the air currents in the air surged, and a huge ape arm swept across the void, smashing the Hell Black Dragon into pieces with a single punch.
Roooar!
The giant ape roared, its aura like that of a primordial beast causing countless warhorses to neigh and flee in fear. After blowing apart Abu Muslim's Hell Black Dragon with a single punch, the giant ape swung its left arm, sending a massive metal cudgel sweeping toward Abu Muslim's body.
Its movements were fast and nimble, completely disproportionate to its massive body.
The illustrious Governor of Iron and Blood Abu Muslim was actually unable to take a single step forward against the giant ape controlled by Wang Chong.
"Bastard! I'd like to see how long you can last! "
As the Abbasid Caliphate's Governor of the East, the supreme ruler from Khorasan to Samarkand, Abu Muslim was not the type to lose his cool, but after all this time, all his attacks had been blocked by a giant ape and he still hadn't been able to finish off that Tang Dynasty youth. Abu Muslim couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger.
And what made Abu Muslim even more worried was that the three mountainous Behemoths and the tens of thousands of Tang Dynasty warriors had instantly put the Arabs at an absolute disadvantage. The Arabs were in complete disarray, suffering grievous casualties. In Abu Muslim's life as Governor of the East, he had never suffered such a major defeat.
"Ziyad!"
Abu Muslim's eyes flashed with cold light as he stared at the Consecrated, which was like a primordial beast.
But Abu Muslim had barely finished speaking when a roiling black energy tinged with gold and red surged out of the giant ape's back and rumbled toward Wang Chong like a dragon. At the center of the black gas, upon closer inspection, one would be able to see a bronze-colored snake-patterned ancient ring.
The 'Ocean Ring' was another of the Abbasid Caliphate's extremely valuable ancient artifacts. After Ziyad had rendered great service in the army, Abu Muslim had put in a good word for him, allowing him to be rewarded by the Caliph and obtain this ancient artifact. This was one of the Abbasid Caliphate's two stabilizing artifacts in the east.
It was precisely by relying on this Ocean Ring that Ziyad had been able to reach the Great General level and contend against Cheng Qianli's Supreme Desolation God, even firmly suppressing the Supreme Desolation God.
Unlike Abu Muslim, Ziyad was extremely stealthy, like a snake slithering through the darkness. Ziyad's attack had given no warning, and there was no hint of energy, but when Wang Chong's attention was drawn to Abu Muslim, Ziyad had immediately circled around and attacked.
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