Chapter 1925: Behemoth Forging Art! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

It's about time to leave! Wang Chong said to himself.

The golden seed had finished absorbing the energies left by the Kegang Empire and Landeshunger civilization. Since there was nothing else down here, he could leave.

Just one last thing! Wang Chong said to himself as he glanced at the nearby metal sphere, which had fallen from the platform.

This metal sphere was made of some unknown material that had allowed it to emerge completely unscathed from the energy shocks just now. More importantly, Wang Chong recalled that there was another set of information inside it besides the Ifrit King.

Wang Chong walked over, picked up the metal sphere, and sent his Psychic Energy into it to inspect the final piece of information.

Buzz!

Wang Chong's face twitched and slowly turned pale.

”I didn't think it would be something like this!”

Grabbing the metal sphere, Wang Chong flew through the underground region, out of the hole made by the God Demon Obliteration Sword Qi, and back to the Kegang Empire ruins above.

The walls of the well were trembling, and countless pieces of dust and stone were showering down. This area was getting more unstable by the second.

”Wang Chong, what happened?”

”Wonderful! You finally came out!”

Zhangchou Jianqiong, Gao Xianzhi, and An Sishun had been waiting for Wang Chong, and they called out in relief.

After waiting for a while, they had realized that the turmoil underground was getting worse and worse. As Wang Chong had yet to come out, their anxiety finally got the better of them, and they went down to search for him. They all celebrated upon seeing that Wang Chong was unharmed.

”We can talk about what happened underground later. This place is about to collapse! Let's get out now!” Wang Chong gravely said.

Boom! Stellar Energy surged out of his body as he swept up the group and soared upward like a cannonball, flying through the well. In just a few seconds, he had covered the distance of nearly ten thousand meters and reached the surface.

At this time, a great rumbling came from deep beneath the earth, like waves crashing against a shore, and then great plumes of dust blasted out of the well as it finally began to collapse.

The Arab noble was greatly unsettled by the great turmoil down below.

But Wang Chong had no time for him. The noises underground were only the beginning of the collapse of those two sets of ruins. They would inevitably set off an even greater chain reaction.

”Let's go!”

Wang Chong sent out another stream of Stellar Energy to grab the Arab noble and began to flee outward. It was at this time that the ground began to sway.

The earth around the ancient well suddenly caved in.

With resounding booms, large chunks of land began to plunge into the depths.

By the time the collapse stopped several moments later, a great cloud of dust was rising from the center of Hamuhad. The large well had vanished, replaced by a massive pit with a diameter of some four hundred meters. Many of Hamuhad's buildings had also collapsed into rubble.

All of the Arabs who had accompanied this mission were left panicked and fearful by this sight.

Hamuhad was the holy city of Arabia, the residence of Hierophant Khatabah. No Arab could have imagined this level of damage before this, but as Khatabah had been killed by that eastern King of Foreign Lands, none of them dared to say a word.

Wang Chong ignored them. Looking at his comrades, he gave a brief explanation of the Kegang Empire, but he left out the matter of the Landeshunger and the otherworldly invaders.

The calamity had yet to take place. Speaking to them about such things would only cause unnecessary panic that Wang Chong did not desire.

”So this was the case!”

They all nodded and asked no more.

The Ifrit had emerged from Hamuhad, and for them, it was enough to know that there were no other potential threats here.

Whoosh!

At this moment, there was a flapping of wings. Wang Chong looked up and saw a messenger bird flying toward him.

Wang Chong reached out to receive the bird and quickly took its letter.

”What's wrong?” Zhangchou Jianqiong asked.

”Zhang Que has sent word. They asked Mutasim III if he knew anything about that piece of paper in the treasury mentioning the master of the Central Plains. Mutasim III didn’t have a very deep impression, only saying that some faction in the east had sent it. They claimed to have formidable capabilities and hoped for an alliance with Arabia, but Mutasim III laughed them off and shelved the request,” Wang Chong nonchalantly said, passing the letter to Zhangchou Jianqiong.

It was all as he had expected. Mutasim III had an army of millions and his empire was at its peak. He had his mind set on conquering the east and uniting the continent. He was to be the greatest sovereign of the continent, so why would he have any interest in someone claiming to be the future master of the Central Plains?