The Records Of The Human Emperor Chapter 1142


Chapter 1142: Detonating The Myriad Rakshasa Formation


Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Booom! Everyone felt as if the lofty and imposing city of Talas had suddenly shaken, and they could sense an enormous surge of energy. This energy was so vast that it seemed like the boundless ocean, enough to make any martial artist feel insignificant. Even an existence as powerful as Qutaybah would instantly feel like an ant.

"This is…!"

Abu Muslim, Aybak, Ziyad, and Huoshu Huicang were aghast at the surge of energy rising from beneath Talas. Even Qutaybah's magnificent beam of Sword Qi slowed down for a moment.

"This is… the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation!"

In the distance, Dalun Ruozan's eyes flew open.

There was only one thing under Talas that had this level of energy: the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation that had allowed Talas to stand for hundreds of years. But this energy was extremely stable, so it was normally impossible to sense its flow. It was extremely unusual for it to madly surge like this.

"These bastards! What are they trying to do!"

Dalun Ruozan's mind was instantly fraught with unease, and as if in response to his worries, the earth droned, the shaking rising to an even more intense level.

This enormous energy arising from the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation beneath Talas rapidly began to flow along some sort of special pathway, surging beneath the earth to reach the feet of Wang Chong and the Demonic Emperor Old Man, resonating with the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner.

In a flash, the auras of Wang Chong, the Demonic Emperor Old Man, the Wushang Village Chief, the black-armored guard, and Gao Xianzhi began to swell, and all of their energies fused together into an enormous formation.

And the core of this formation was not the black-armored guard and his Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, but Wang Chong, standing across from Qutaybah.

"Not good! Kill him!"

With a heaven-shaking bellow, Abu Muslim immediately attacked Wang Chong. At almost the same moment, Aybak, Huoshu Huicang, and Ziyad also attacked, their expressions brimming with concern.

No one knew what the Tang were up to, but they had definitely done something to the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation. There was no doubt that all of this had been planned out. Wang Chong and the Tang remnants were not actually planning to retreat to the Western Regions. All of this, the flight and the orders to abandon Talas, was to fool them and draw them toward this place.

"Abu Muslim, Qutaybah, you've finally realized it? Alas, it's too late!"

Wang Chong's voice resounded in their ears, and then his strength began to swell. Through the power of the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, Wang Chong was able to absorb the energy of the Demonic Emperor Old Man, the Wushang Village Chief, Gao Xianzhi, the black-armored guard, and all the energy within the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation deep below Talas. This energy was so dense that it was almost tangible, pouring into his body through every pore in a frenzied torrent.


Wang Chong had never interacted with such a massive energy source before, and this energy pushed his cultivation level to new and inconceivable heights.

The Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art rumbled in his body, and the illusions of the sun and moon reached an absurd level of realism. Under the light of the sun and moon, Wang Chong's strength rose by leaps and bounds. In the blink of an eye, he had surpassed not only Abu Muslim, but also the Arab War God Qutaybah.

Buzz!

Qutaybah's pupils constricted, a look of extreme apprehension crossing his face.

No one knew how Wang Chong and the others had done it.

The Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation that had silently lurked beneath Talas for hundreds of years was actually being used in a battle.

Qutaybah was strong, but he was not so strong that he could singlehandedly fight against the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation.

"Seeking death!"

Qutaybah's face chilled, and 'God's Might' suddenly shot out from his hand, traveling together with a magnificent beam of Sword Qi toward Wang Chong’s head, moving much faster than Abu Muslim's and Aybak's attacks.

"Kill them!"

Aybak fiercely howled, and countless Arab cavalry began to charge forward. Aybak hoped that the enormous number of men charging would weaken the attack of Wang Chong's group.

But even so, it was still too late.

Only now did Aybak realize that all the elite Tang armies had appeared around Wang Chong's group, merging together into an enormous formation.

These elite Tang armies had used the excuse of covering the Tang retreat to join together with Wang Chong's group and inconspicuously assemble into a formation that linked them to the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation.

All of this had been completed silently and surreptitiously. While Dalun Ruozan was scheming to defeat Wang Chong, Wang Chong had used the opportunity to retreat and successfully draw Qutaybah into a trap.

"Qutaybah, accept your fate! Today, you will be buried here!"

Wang Chong's resounding and high-spirited voice seemed to echo through the multiverse. Boom! Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Chong linked with the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner and immediately unleashed the energy the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation had built up over the centuries.

Boom!

Behind Wang Chong, the lofty walls of Talas which had stood for centuries began to shudder as if some giant invisible pair of hands was grabbing and shaking them. And then, the city of Talas collapsed with a boom.

The earth cracked apart with a deafening boom, and out of the cloud of dust, an enormous power more terrifying than anyone could imagine slammed into Qutaybah like a meteor. Qutaybah's Sword Qi that had caused the entire world to pale lasted for only a brief moment before crumbling in the face of this vast flood of power.

The flood of Earth element energy carried on after destroying Qutaybah's Sword Qi, crashing into Qutaybah, Abu Muslim, Aybak, Huoshu Huicang, and Ziyad, even sweeping up the Arab cavalry.

"Ah!"

Amidst the explosion, the screams seemed particularly shrill, and the air was suddenly raining severed limbs. Charging Arabian warhorses could dent steel with their impacts, but in the face of this destructive flood of Earth element energy, these Arabian warhorses and their steel armor crumpled like paper.

Boomboomboom!

Fierce shockwaves were being emitted from the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, pushing into all the Arab cavalry nearby. In order to prevent the Tang from fleeing, six to seven thousand Arab cavalry had packed themselves on the front lines, but now that Wang Chong had activated the power of the Myriad Rakshasa Earthen Stronghold Formation, these elite Arab horsemen were immediately blasted to pieces.

Explosions continued to ring through the air, plumes of dust rising more than ten thousand feet high. Debris and gravel were constantly shooting out of the dust, banging against the steel walls like they were sharp arrows.

Neeeigh!

Countless warhorses neighed, throwing their riders off their backs and plunging the entire battlefield into chaos.

All of this had been too abrupt. No one had expected that the Tang who had been fleeing in terror, at the end of their rope, would unleash a move like this at the final moment. Six to seven thousand Arab cavalry were immediately annihilated while the fates of Qutaybah, Abu Muslim, Aybak, Huoshu Huicang, and Ziyad remained unknown.

"This… this is impossible!"

Dalun Ruozan's eyes were wide open, his eyes flashing, his entire body seemingly having been struck by a lightning bolt.

"Impossible! Simply impossible!"

Dalun Ruozan felt like his heart was a block of ice, his two hands trembling within their sleeves. His composed and intelligent face had long ago turned ghastly pale.

Dalun Ruozan had never expected that just when it seemed like the Great Tang had clearly lost, Wang Chong would turn around and launch a counterattack.

For a spell, Dalun Ruozan had believed that he had won and that Wang Chong had no chance of turning the tides. But now, the battle was turning in the direction he had least wanted to see.

All was silent, the Arab cavalry and generals staring with wide eyes at that churning cloud of dust. They stared in fear and concern at where the dust was thickest, all of them waiting for the final result.