Chapter 1111: Strike! Demonic Emperor Old Man! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Let's go!”

In the air, Ziyad threw out the Ocean Ring, which seethed with black energy as it exploded onto Cheng Qianli's Supreme Desolation God. Bang! Ziyad snapped a few of the Stellar Energy chains Cheng Qianli had thrown out and quickly fled.

Ziyad had participated in many battles, but this could be considered the strangest he had ever fought. It had begun very quickly and ended just as quickly.

Whoosh!

After Ziyad, Huoshu Huicang and Dusong Mangpoje jolted back their own opponents and began to charge into the distance.

At this time, Abu Muslim also threw back Gao Xianzhi with a punch and began to fly off.

Boomboomboom!

But as he was retreating, he suddenly heard an enormous explosion, and even at a distance of tens of thousands of feet, he could still feel the waves of energy.

”Not good!”

Abu Muslim's heart trembled as he suddenly turned around.

”It's Qutaybah!”

The two energies fiercely clashing in the distance left even someone of Abu Muslim's cultivation alarmed and wary. The only two people who could give Abu Muslim this feeling on this battlefield were the Governor of War and the mysterious old man.

Abu Muslim turned his head and saw a sandstorm on the other end of the battlefield with a radius of several dozen feet, the sand rising thousands of feet into the air. This sandstorm was formed from countless bits of stone, dirt, and the remains of horses and soldiers. All of this rapidly revolved and shrieked in the air.

Bang! A pile of corpses on the edge of this 'sandstorm' suddenly exploded and was swept up into the furious storm.

Abu Muslim's body froze in the air.

Someone of Qutaybah's personality would never retreat!

In a flash, Abu Muslim recalled the order Qutaybah had given: 'Anyone who retreats, dies!'

In the first battle, Abu Muslim had blown the horns and compelled Qutaybah to retreat, but this could not be repeated. Qutaybah would be too proud to retreat in front of so many Tang.

More importantly, although Abu Muslim was the highest commander in the east, his orders had no effect on the soldiers under Qutaybah's command.

He could see that all of Qutaybah's top-class armies, the Revelation Army, the Death Army, and the Blood Beast Army, were not retreating, and this was causing the other soldiers to hesitate. This was absolutely fatal to the Arabs.

”This is a problem! We can't retreat! If we don't convince Qutaybah, this retreat is certain to result in defeat!”

At almost the same time, the distant Dalun Ruozan's eyes flew open while his expression turned gloomy.

If Qutaybah did not retreat while everyone else did, then the three empires would be ushering in an unprecedented defeat. And if the rest of them left without caring about Qutaybah, the result would be unpredictable. At that time, the Great Tang would emerge victorious in this battle while the Arabs would have nothing to be happy about.

Boom!

Just when Abu Muslim was preparing to issue an order to assist Qutaybah, there was another enormous boom. As hundreds of thousands of soldiers watched, the massive sandstorm that soared dozens of meters into the sky abruptly exploded. Two unimaginably enormous powers had fiercely collided within and had torn the sandstorm apart.

Thud! Thud!

A golden figure and a black figure appeared in the center of the sandstorm.

The golden figure that was a god in everyone's heart was forced back more than a hundred feet. Clack! The golden helmet that had accompanied Qutaybah for ten-some years flew off his head, cracking in the air. By the time it hit the ground, it had been completely crumpled. And without the helmet, Qutaybah's hair now danced freely in the wind, ragged and disheveled.

Everyone immediately fell into an uproar.

The Arab cavalry stared in disbelief. In their hearts, Qutaybah had always been powerful and confident, wielding a strength that could crush all. No matter what, no one would ever be able to make him retreat, and this was also why many of them had not retreated. Everyone in Arabia, even Abu Muslim's soldiers, admired Qutaybah, the true War God of Arabia. But no one had ever seen Qutaybah being pressed so hard in all his years of battle.

”Impossible! This can't be! No one in this world can defeat Milord!”

No one was more stunned than the soldiers that Qutaybah had brought with him from the northern war zone. The sight of Qutaybah's helmet being flung aside and his hair flying in the wind had set off an earthquake in their hearts.

At this moment, Abu Muslim, Aybak, Ziyad, Huoshu Huicang, and the others were just as shocked as the soldiers.

”How could this be?!” Abu Muslim muttered to himself.

The more 'intimate' one was with Qutaybah, the more one would realize just how powerful Qutaybah was, and the more one would be shocked by this scene.