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Chapter 1905: The Death of Khatabah!

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Adnan and Abu Muslim groaned under the Nightmare Beast’s sudden assault, and they were forced to slow down for half a second. Meanwhile, Wang Chong, Wang Zhongsi, Zhangchou Jianqiong, and all the others had already begun their assault.

“Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art!

“Origin Immortal Art!

“Life Execution!”

“One Sword Severs the Star River!”

“Universe Sundering Art!”

“Myriad Ghost Pilgrimage!”

“Bone Devil Holds the Heavens!”

A seemingly endless barrage of attacks swept over the area like a storm.

No one dared to be careless around this supreme legend of the Arabian Empire, and they put all their strength into their attacks.

Since ancient times, Khatabah was probably the only person who had ever enjoyed such ‘treatment’, a fact that he could truly be proud of.

It was truly unprecedented and unique!

Of course, this was all because of Khatabah’s transcendent and shocking strength.

At this moment, even someone as strong as Khatabah, facing this flurry of attacks, sensed that the battle was settled. No matter how strong he was, he could not fight against so many people at once.

Seeing that Khatabah was surrounded, Adnan anxiously cried out, “Hierophant! Retreat!”

Although Arabia had the advantage in numbers, even he could see that the sandstorm and the encirclement of the eastern empire’s top commanders had left the Arabian Empire’s chances of victory almost nonexistent.

In this situation, retreat was the wisest option.

But Khatabah continued to stare at Wang Chong, ignoring this cry.

All of the strength of the Arabian Empire had been mobilized: millions of soldiers, countless members in the supply train, and the armies of numerous small kingdoms. This was an unprecedented invasion, but it was already coming to an end.

But as a legend of Arabia, the Hierophant revered by all, Khatabah was too proud to lower his head, let alone retreat in front of his enemies.

In his legendary life, he had never retreated no matter how many opponents he faced.

Better to die!

“Brat! Do you really think you’ve won?!”

Khatabah’s face turned savage. Not only did he not back down in the face of all these Tang commanders and their flood of Stellar Energy, he shot toward Wang Chong with astonishing speed.

“Even if I die, I will have you and all the Great Tang pay the most bitter price!”

Buzz!

Khatabah’s hand opened, and he thrust a palm at Wang Chong.

His veins bulged and his bones groaned. Right in front of Wang Chong, his body began to grow with frightening speed. Even his skin began to change colors, turning into a dark bronze.

At the same time, a dark, chaotic, and berserk energy erupted from Khatabah’s body. It was very weak at the start, like the glow of a firefly in the darkness, but a second later, it had developed into a hurricane of power.

Moreover, the moment this energy appeared, it appeared to grow out of control, frantically absorbing the chaotic energy in the surroundings, the free Stellar Energy and the scattered energy left behind by the Ifrit, and even the power of the sandstorm. It even devoured Khatabah’s energy and converted it into chaotic energy.

“Demon god!”

Wang Chong had been charging at Khatabah, but this sight gave him pause. Khatabah was brimming with chaotic and destructive energy, and he appeared very similar to one of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars that Wang Chong had seen beneath Khorasan.

But those underground statues and legends in the Book of Paimon had merely been hazy impressions. Khatabah, on the other hand, was an ancient demon god revived from the river of history to appear right in front of Wang Chong!

Legend had become reality!

“This is the power of the demon god Baal that I obtained more than one hundred years ago. I will have it appear once more in the world of mortals to annihilate you eastern infidels!”

(TN: Baal, or Bael, is the first King of Hell. He is depicted with three heads: a toad, a man, and a cat. He commands 66 legions. He is probably inspired by the deity Baal as found in the Bible.)

Khatabah’s insane voice resounded through the world.

Roooar!

This terrifying roar contained the majesty and pressure of a demon god, and as it echoed through the fabric of space, a dark and twisted torrent of energy gushed out of Khatabah’s body. Within it, one could see the savage face of a demon god.

The attacks continued to pour in, but Khatabah seemed not to care. His face twisted as he raised his arm high into the air like a sword.

“Explode for me!!”

As his savage roar rang out…

Boom!

The ground within one thousand feet of Khatabah shuddered. Black energy gushed out of the ground, and before the group could react, a massive ring had completely encircled them.

The moment this black ring appeared, space seemed to collapse, and a massive pull began to drag everyone in Khatabah’s direction.

“Not good! A formation!”

“Everyone, watch out! Retreat!”

At almost the same time, everyone felt an intense danger, the stench of death filling their nostrils. Song Yuanyi, Xie Guangting, and the Bone Devil Ancestor paled and tried to retreat, but before they could leave the range of the pull, boom! Space trembled, and they rammed into what seemed like a steel wall that blew them back.

“A spatial seal!” the Bone Devil Ancestor cried out, his face paling. He transformed into a giant bone devil ten-some meters tall and forcefully charged, but he could not break through the black ring. There was no doubt that this was Khatabah’s work.

In a flash.

The Bone Devil Ancestor’s face turned ghastly pale!

“You can’t escape! You killed my Ifrit, so I will have all of you die!”

The winds howled and the world darkened.

As Khatabah coldly spoke, he began to detonate his energy.

Boom!

This terrifying explosion would contain all of Khatabah’s energy; the energy of Baal, the leader of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars; the remaining energy of the Black Flame Ifrit; the stray energy of the moon god; various bits of free energy… At this moment, all of it was gathering into a destructive black sun, and everyone could only watch as it erupted.

“None of you will escape!”

Khatabah’s voice resounded in everyone’s ears, and then that terrifying energy began to devour the region.

Khatabah was a Subtle realm expert possessing immense power, and with the miscellaneous power he had gathered… the energy of the explosion was far beyond imagination. Even Great Generals were insignificant before it.

If this energy were allowed to completely erupt, there would be no survivors.

“Careful!”

The region inside the black ring fell into chaos, everyone going pale as they unleashed their Stellar Energy to try and stop the energy, but in front of this violent force, their efforts were futile. At this moment…

“Khatabah, I’m afraid you won’t get your wish!” Wang Chong called out.

Hummm!!!

In Wang Chong’s hand, a small golden bell trembled, and then it rang out with a great boom that contradicted its size, spreading out like a crashing ocean wave.

Thwish!

A moment later, the sacred bell flew into the air, instantly expanding to several hundred times its original size. Wang Chong calmly pointed with his finger, upon which the massive bell slammed down, enclosing Khatabah and his terrifying black ball of energy before it could fully erupt.

“No!”

Beneath the sacred bell, Khatabah’s last snatches of consciousness gave out one last roar of anger and helplessness. He had never imagined that Wang Chong would have something like this.

Bang!

A few moments later, there was a terrifying explosion that blew the Veda Sacred Bell into countless shards.

But no matter how much Khatabah struggled, the moment Wang Chong used the Veda Sacred Bell, his defeat had been ensured.

With the aid of the Veda Sacred Bell, the group escaped from disaster.

“Success!”

Wang Chong descended from the sky in front of the shattered remains of the Veda Sacred Bell.

Dusong Mangpoje, the Eagle of the Plateau, had obtained this ritual tool from the Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple to use against Wang Chong’s master, the Demonic Emperor Old Man.

The sacred bell had been damaged at the Battle of Talas, but it still contained significant power. Wang Chong had decided to carry it with him, not expecting that it would save everyone’s lives.

“That was risky!”

There was a rush of air as King Song and the others gathered behind Wang Chong, looking fearfully at the damage wreaked by the explosion.

“This man was far too strong. Even after having his fusion undone by Wang Chong, he still had so much strength! Truly a frightening foe of the Great Tang! It’s a good thing Wang Chong killed him, or else he would have been a major threat for the Central Plains!” Zhangchou Jianqiong said, still fearful of Khatabah’s strength.

Khatabah had almost singlehandedly created the golden age of the Arabian Empire and had trained countless elite armies. Although he was not a god, in the Arabian Empire, he was the closest thing to one. The death of this man in battle was something truly worth celebrating for the Great Tang.