Chapter 1903: The Black Flame Ifrit, Undone! (2/2)
”Milord!”
”Your Highness!”
As Wang Chong flew away like a ragdoll with blood flying out of his body, everyone on the Great Tang side paled, their hearts sinking.
”Haha, just an ant trying to shake a tree. Did you really think that lightning would be effective against me? What a fool! An Ifrit that has lived for countless years is not something so easily destroyed. Now, let me end your life and this war!”
Khatabah's cold and majestic voice rang out as clearly as a bell, resonating in everyone's souls.
Boom!
As Khatabah spoke, he strode toward Wang Chong, the Ifrit's steps causing tremors through the earth.
Adnan, Abu Muslim, and the others were elated.
”Wonderful!”
The two of them were brimming with enthusiasm.
This battle had been full of so many twists and turns, and with the sudden attack of Bahram and his Aswaran Cataphracts out of the sandstorm, the entire Arab army was in disarray and on the verge of collapse. But if Wang Chong were killed, the Tang army would be like birds scattering from a falling tree. No one left could stand against the assault of the Black Flame Ifrit and the Arab army.
The Black Flame Ifrit's terrifying flames would easily wipe out the Tang!
”I'll use your head to end this sandstorm!”
Khatabah's cold voice continued to ring out through the world as waves of flame swept forward.
Just when it seemed like Wang Chong was going to die to Khatabah's flames, his cold and unperturbed voice rang out in Khatabah's ears.
”Is that so?”
Khatabah suddenly grimaced. Several hundred feet away, Wang Chong was kneeling on the ground, his hair in disarray, but his cold eyes were tinged with derision.
Buzz!
Khatabah paused, and that flood of black flames froze in the air.
This was not Khatabah showing mercy. Rather, just when Khatabah was about to punch down, he felt like he had run into some invisible wall.
”What did you do?”
Khatabah's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Wang Chong.
Not only could he not complete his punch, he couldn't even move.
”Milord!”
Abu Muslim and Adnan also noticed something strange, and they began to rush toward Khatabah.
But nobody cared about them by now.
”Heheh, you got too arrogant! Did you really think nothing in the world could touch you?”
Wang Chong coldly chuckled as he stood up.
The moment had finally come. The fusion of Khatabah and the Ifrit was simply too strong. If not for that lucky opportunity, Wang Chong would have been the one to lie defeated on the ground.
”You really shouldn't have gotten greedy and brought the Moon God's power into the Ifrit! That Moon God Tree might have allowed you to link with the Ifrit, but it also proved to be your weakness!
”Lightning can't do anything to the Ifrit or to you, but is it so helpless against that ritual tool made of bronze inside the Ifrit?”
On the other side, Khatabah scowled in understanding.
Behind him, Abu Muslim and Adnan were left confused, their eyes wide open.
The sandstorm continued to rage over the battlefield, but anyone around the Black Flame Ifrit who had noticed this scene fell silent.
Khatabah?
Lightning?
The Moon God Tree?
They could understand the meaning of the individual words coming out of the mouths of Wang Chong and Khatabah, but put together, they were nonsense.
”What is going on here?” Zhangchou Jianqiong muttered nearby. He was no fool, and from Khatabah's reaction, he could tell that something had happened to him. But at this time, no one understood what had happened between the two.
Crack!
A soft crack came from within the Black Flame Ifrit's body.
It was almost inaudible, lost amidst the howling of the sands, but for two people, it was as loud as a crack of thunder.