Chapter 1881: World-Destroying Ifrit! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

”Khatabah!”

Wang Chong's face suddenly turned solemn. He knew that Khatabah was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong.

The Subtle realm!

Khatabah's cultivation level had undoubtedly reached the Subtle realm, and perhaps even more than that. At the very least, Qutaybah, who had also reached the Subtle realm, was nothing compared to Khatabah.

”Careful!”

With a grim expression on his face, Wang Chong sent out a mental wave, linking his mind with Wang Zhongsi and the other Great Generals.

Clop! Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong trotted his horse forward and unleashed his own cultivation. A beam of energy rose from Wang Chong's head and pierced through the heavens.

Compared to when he had just entered the Subtle realm upon his return to the capital, Wang Chong was far stronger.

The soul of Arabia, Khatabah, possessed a resounding reputation even in the apocalyptic era. Despite Wang Chong clearly having the strength to deal with the Behemoths, he had remained out of the battle to conserve his strength precisely because he needed to deal with this most powerful existence in the history of the Arabian Empire.

”Wang Chong! You, the Great Tang, and all of the Central Plains will pay for this!”

Khatabah's thunderous voice was infused with a bone-chilling cold.

Khatabah did not speak these words with his mouth. Rather, a powerful mental wave carried his voice into everyone's minds.

The High Priest was really dead!

At the start, Khatabah thought that this was just a joke and that the man would soon stand up, but none of this was possible.

With his Psychic Energy, Khatabah could clearly tell that while the High Priest had not suffered any serious injuries, his soul and mind had utterly vanished. His brain had been utterly pulverized. There was no doubt that he had died to some powerful Psychic Energy attack that had caused his soul to disintegrate.

Khatabah did not know what had occurred between Wang Chong and the High Priest, but there was no doubt that the High Priest had completely lost to Wang Chong in the mental domain and died.

The High Priest had been Khatabah's most important friend, and the High Priest's shadow had been present in many parts of his ascendancy. His relationship could be considered that of a teacher and a friend, a very deep and sentimental relationship. Khatabah had never imagined that the High Priest would die to Wang Chong.

”So powerful! We're no match for him! Everyone, be careful!”

An Sishun punched away an Arab general and ten-some cavalry as he leaned his body to the side and sent a mental wave to the others.

Although Khatabah had yet to make his move, An Sishun had sensed an immense pressure from his body.

No one except Wang Chong was any match for him on this battlefield, but… even Wang Chong was still a little lacking compared to Khatabah.

Gao Xianzhi's face chilled as he pushed Abu Muslim back with a palm and called out, ”Everyone, watch out! He's about to make his move!”

Gao Xianzhi had been through the Battle of Talas and seen Qutaybah's power, so he knew that Subtle realm experts were extremely frightening. Khatabah's body was brimming with killing intent, and once he attacked, he was certain to deal immense damage.

Wang Chong said nothing, but he was ready. Though they had never clashed before, he could sense from the energy erupting from Khatabah's body that this was no easy foe.

But what happened was completely different from what had been expected.

Whoosh!

The air for tens of thousands of feet around Khatabah suddenly began to howl and churn like a massive vortex. And in the center of the vortex, Khatabah flicked his finger. Boom! An azure beam of energy shot toward the massive bronze cauldron behind him.

Bang!

The thick chains bound across the top of the cauldron instantly snapped, and the seal over the cauldron was broken.

”Come out, World-Destroying Ifrit!”

Khatabah's voice rumbled like thunder, suffused with savagery and power.

Roooar!

In response to Khatabah was a roar that sounded like scraping metal. It was a savage and cruel roar, bursting with a desire to destroy and annihilate.

Upon hearing that inhuman roar, the warhorses on the battlefield shrieked. Those closest to the cauldron instantly threw aside their training to scatter in every direction, disrupting the ranks of the army around them.

”Damn! What's going on?! Hurry and control those horses!”

The Arab soldiers cursed in anger, but a moment later, their voices faded away.