Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Chapter 1143: The Death of Qutaybah (I)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Wang Chong, the Demonic Emperor Old Man, Gao Xianzhi, the Wushang Village Chief, and the black-armored guard were also staring as they awaited the final result. Behind them, the towering city of Talas was no more, leaving behind only collapsed walls and churning clouds of dust that seemed to be resonating with the plumes of dust in front of Wang Chong's group. Without the support of the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation, this storied fortress had disappeared.
The Talas that not even the Arabian Behemoth Army could destroy had been instantly turned into a ruin.
But no one would have expected that not even sacrificing the city of Talas and destroying the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation could truly kill the Arab War God.
A few moments later, a fierce coughing could be heard from the depths of the cloud of dust, a sound that immediately made Wang Chong and the others grimace.
"Unforgivable! Truly unforgivable!"
A sinister and furious voice resounded in everyone's ears.
Hwoooo! In a vicious gust of wind, the massive pillar of dust that had dominated the battlefield was instantly scattered away. More than one hundred feet off the ground was that familiar figure, dignified and disdainful.
Although it wasn't possible to see his face, everyone could only think of one person when they saw this figure.
The Arab War God, Qutaybah.
"Impossible!"
Wang Chong, the Demonic Emperor Old Man, the Wushang Village Chief, and Gao Xianzhi all widened their eyes in utter shock. Gao Xianzhi was particularly stunned, his hands instinctively clenching into fists.
Though it had been Wang Chong who had proposed the plan, Gao Xianzhi had supervised the entire process. Moreover, he had asked Wang Chong to verify details of the plan to him repeatedly, so he knew the entire plan like the back of his hand.
The power of the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation was simply too immense, far beyond that of any martial artist.
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