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
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
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
Chapter 1150: The Death of Qutaybah (VIII)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Everyone instantly paled. Qutaybah's attack was far more powerful than they had imagined, and all of them felt a fear that came from the depths of their souls.
"Wang Chong, watch out!"
Gao Xianzhi was stricken with panic. He had never expected that even while so heavily injured, Qutaybah was still capable of unleashing such a terrifying blow. Gao Xianzhi would have never been able to take this blow, not even at his peak.
The Wushang Village Chief, Cheng Qianli, Xi Yuanqing, and the Gangke King all paled at the sight of this attack, their hearts sinking.
"We've won! No one can take this attack! We've finally won this battle!"
At almost the same moment, Abu Muslim, who had been watching this entire time, clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming in excitement.
There had been far too many surprises in this battle, and such massive swings that Abu Muslim had believed Arabia had lost this battle. But in the end, Qutaybah had not let them down. This one strike alone was enough to carry the day for Arabia and utterly defeat these eastern infidels.
"Qutaybah, I just knew that you could do it! You truly didn't let me down!"
Far in the rear of the army, Dalun Ruozan was mounted on a highland steed, his hair, beard, and robe being blown about by the fierce winds stirred by the battle.
After the army's defeat yesterday, Dalun Ruozan hadn't so ardently attempted to stop the Arabs from leaving because he was so confident in his own intelligence. Schemes were meaningless before absolute strength, and even the wisest strategist needed someone strong to work with them. The true strategist borrowed anything they could, including strength. And Qutaybah was precisely the strength that Dalun Ruozan had chosen to borrow for his plan.
If they could defeat the Great Tang in this battle, Dalun Ruozan was practically certain that the Great Tang would need at least ten years to recover from the setback. More importantly, many of the Great Tang's e
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