Chapter 978: Behemoth Fusion Art! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Boomboomboom!

Deep underground, thirty zhang from the surface, two formidable Psychic Energies were ramming against each other like enraged dragons. These were Psychic Energies of completely different natures, one sinister while the other was staunch and unyielding. Although the earth was not being torn apart by any clashes of Stellar Energy, this fight was no less dangerous.

A battle of Psychic Energies of this level was enough to make even Imperial Great Generals pale.

As their minds clashed again and again, the Psychic Energies of both Wang Chong and Masil were battered and bruised. Wang Chong stood unmoving on the boulder, but his face had long ago turned the color of paper.

But Wang Chong was still a Saint Martial Tier 8 expert, so his injuries were a little less severe than Masil's. Blood was pouring out from Masil's nose, eyes, and ears, and even his hunched back was bleeding.

”Bastard!!

”I don't care how it is! I will kill you!”

Masil was flailing about, his body in a frenzied rage. Masil had a revered status, with all the nobles, governors, and generals showing him respect. In all the empire, no one except the Caliph could order him around. Indeed, he only followed Abu Muslim's orders because the Caliph had ordered him to do so.

If not for the Caliph, Masil would have already turned and left. Not even the Governor of the East could think about ordering him around!

But now, Masil felt utterly humiliated by the fact that some heathen from the east had beaten him into such a state!

Buzz!

His eyes spitting flame, Masil took control of the centipede monster and burrowed even deeper into the earth.

”Mm?”

Wang Chong's pupils constricted, his brows rising in surprise at Masil's actions. But he quickly understood what was going on. Psychic Energy did not have unlimited range. The farther one was, the weaker the attacks would be.

It was obvious that Masil had come off worse in their contest and now wanted to pull back and get out of range of Wang Chong's attacks.

But Wang Chong did not pursue. The underground had always been a forbidden zone for martial artists. Without special techniques, it was very difficult to travel through the earth and do anything substantive against this sort of strange opponent. This was obviously one of the things his opponent had thought about beforehand. The vast majority of Psychic Energy experts had weak bodies and would not go onto the front lines unless they had ways of guaranteeing their safety.

The urgent task at hand is to deal with these four Behemoths!

Wang Chong stood on the boulder, his hair and clothes blown here and there by the fierce winds. Though his heart was fraught with concern, he did not allow a single speck of it to show on his face. The army could not be in a more perilous state, with both Abu Muslim and Ziyad having entered the fray.

The threat of these two alone was oppressive enough, much less together with those four apocalyptic beasts.

With this thought, Wang Chong quickly turned his focus to the Behemoths.

”Hmph, I didn't want to use this art! Brat, you forced me to do this!”

Masil's voice suddenly came from the ground, ringing in Wang Chong's mind. At that moment, a surge of Psychic Energy more powerful and vast than any Wang Chong had seen before shot out of the ground. Its target was not Wang Chong, but… the giant ape. Bzzz! In a flash, the Psychic Energy had disappeared into the ape's body.

This is—

So abrupt was the event that Wang Chong's mind was still in a daze. He was under the impression that his opponent wanted to avoid battle, but it was evident that he was wrong.

And in a flash, the battle between Wang Chong and Masil became one of a completely different nature. Rooooar! Several dozen zhang behind Wang Chong, the enormous ape known as the Consecrated opened its bloody mouth, all the hairs on its body standing on end and quivering like flames. Its body exploded with energy, a might that could swallow up the heavens.

”Foul brat, you're doomed! I'll swallow you whole!”

Masil's voice emerged from the ground one last time before he fell silent. Deep underground, Masil vomited blood, his face shriveling and turning both older and uglier.

The Behemoth Fusion Art!

This was a psychic technique recorded on the papyrus containing the method to raise Behemoths. It needed to be used with the Behemoths, and it could only be used by an Arab priest endowed with prodigious Psychic Energy. Even with the Behemoths, that extremely well-developed ancient civilization still had to deal with some incredibly powerful foes.

The Behemoth Fusion Art was meant to crush such foes.