Chapter 924: The Eastern Front Withdraws, the Western Front Begins! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Rumble! An enormous chain of Stellar Energy slid through the air, wrapping around an ankle of the Vairocana Buddha, but Huoshu Huicang slashed down with a palm, cutting it off. In the blink of an eye, another chain of Stellar Energy had wrapped around Huoshu Huicang's wrist, and then came a third, a fourth… Huoshu Huicang's fists were flying, blasting apart the chains or burning them away, and then he stepped forward and pushed toward the Supreme Desolation God.
”The Vairocana Burning Body Mantra! Get out of my way!”
The palms of the Vairocana Buddha came together, and a ball of searing fire as bright as the sun exploded from between them. The waves of energy stirred fierce gales, and yet the Supreme Desolation God needed only a few punches to disperse the energy of the scorching strike.
”Great General Huoshu, with me, you should temper your expectations. You won't be able to get one step past me!”
Cheng Qianli's righteous and chilling voice resounded over the battlefield.
From start to finish, Huoshu Huicang had been slowly advancing in Wang Chong's direction, and Cheng Qianli could certainly see what was going on. Wang Chong was probably a thorn in the sides of all the Great Generals of Ü-Tsang. Whether it was Huoshu Huicang or Dusong Mangpoje, they all probably wanted to work with Duwu Sili to kill Wang Chong.
But Cheng Qianli would never let them get their wish.
Wang Chong had rushed to the aid of the Anxi Protectorate army with an army of more than one hundred thousand soldiers. If he allowed Wang Chong to be surrounded and killed, he would be disgracing the name of the entire Anxi Protectorate army. Thus, even though he was still slightly weaker than Huoshu Huicang, Cheng Qianli did not retreat even half a step, putting all his strength into stopping Huoshu Huicang.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two once more fell into a fierce melee.
In the center of the battlefield, the battle between Wang Chong and Duwu Sili had reached a fever pitch. In the air, Duwu Sili's attacks were exploding all around Wang Chong.
”The Celestial Wolf Bites the Sun!
”The Celestial Wolf Swallows the Stars!
”The Celestial Wolf Topples Mountains!”
Duwu Sili was launching all sorts of supreme techniques from his horse, coming at Wang Chong from every direction. But no matter what technique he used, Wang Chong would always predict and block it. Duwu Sili had originally entered the battle to break the encirclement of the sixty thousand Tibetan and Turkic cavalry, but he had by now forgotten his goal. The only thought left in his mind was to kill Wang Chong!
”Bastard! I'm going to kill you today! The Celestial Wolf Strikes the Moon!”
Duwu Sili's furious laughter echoed in the skies as he and his horse transformed into a shooting star that rushed toward the Godking Yama. But with an enormous boom, Wang Chong used several moves to redirect the force of this strike.
Duwu Sili's move was able to express only seventy percent of its strength.
”Duwu Sili, it's not that I don't believe you, but that you don't have the time!”
Wang Chong chuckled as he confidently swung one of the vajra pestles at Duwu Sili in a counterattack.
Buzz!
Duwu Sili made a leap and easily dodged Wang Chong's attack. Although his attacks were reduced in strength and essentially ineffective against Wang Chong, he was still an extremely powerful individual. Wang Chong's attacks posed little threat to one of the top three Great Generals of the Western Turkic Khaganate.
”Brat, what do you mean?”
Duwu Sili's eyes narrowed as he glared at Wang Chong.
”Heh!”
Wang Chong only chuckled in reply, his eyes looking past Duwu Sili to the distant hills. As if in response, the yak horns began to resound over the battlefield. Duwu Sili's face froze at the blaring of the horns as he felt an indescribable strangeness.
Nearby, Huoshu Huicang and Dusong Mangpoje sensed the same.
This was the signal for the army to retreat!
Although others might not be able to tell the difference in the blaring yak horns, Huoshu Huicang and Dusong Mangpoje could. This was the signal for them to leave, a signal sent by Dalun Ruozan.
”Great General! We should retreat. We can fight them again in the future!” Huoshu Huicang yelled at the Celestial Wolf Great General in the sky.
Duwu Sili said nothing, his face constantly shifting. He had not expected the Tibetans to sound the retreat. But while he was still hesitating, the thousands of Tibetans and Turks below were already carrying out this order.
Buzz! For a moment, the entire battlefield was still, and then everyone began to surge back, a tide retreating to the east of Talas.
Bang! Bang!