Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

It was a very shocking scene, an event that would shock not only the areas close to the fort, but the entire world. Later on, normal spirit masters all over the world would thoroughly study what happened, how the people of the Scorching Lands fort managed to pull such a legendary feat.

Not only that, but they'd also even dispatch lots of teams to come here, speak with those high in power, the ones who witnessed it all and knew all the ins and outs of this war. They'd carry tons of questions, eventually getting them all answered. They'd learn lots of things about how to crush the dark spirit masters in any area, then return back and convey what they learnt to others.

The greatest benefit these folks would get was to recognise the pattern of dark masters in general. Search for any place crowded with terrifying dark gold monsters, filled with hills, valleys, and even mountains, and you'll find dark spirit master bases there.

All they needed to do was to roll the dice, give things a little push, and everything would just fall over like it was a domino game.

That and more happened in the next few years, but that was another tale to be told for another time.

Right now, William kept fighting like hell, while Panther and others couldn't help but tag along. At some point, it felt like William was leading them around, not as they initially imagined.

But they didn't mind that. News from different battlefields kept coming, and they were all great. Everywhere the normal spirit masters were kicking as*es, killing all the dark masters and monsters they could find.

On this side of war, things were quite under control. Even with the grand army of dark spirit masters here, things didn't go south as William's team expected.

For a reason, it felt like dark spirit masters already gave up all the resistance, lost all hope, and looked like they were walking corpses waiting for their slaughter.

William was leading them all over the place, killing anyone they met. As for the ones he couldn't handle, either being much stronger for him to deal with, or just came with lots of forces that he couldn't clear, were dealt with effectively by Panther and his group.

"Do take care of the flies," Panther said when the first batch of such scary folks appeared, "leave the strong ones for the old fogies like us to handle."

He didn't need to say anything like this. Things were clear to William's team. William was taking the lead, Panther and his group were dealing with the hard to crack dark masters, and their team got nothing else to do but to tag around, collect rings, gears, and kill the weak ones they could handle.

Things started to go nicely and smoothly after the first hour. And as the enemy came in such a huge lineup, they stayed here fighting for hours, until the sun started to slowly rise in the sky, announcing the arrival of the new day.

They kept fighting like this for a long time that seemed like ages passed already over them. Even the strongest spirit masters here started to feel a bit tired and exhausted, both mentally and physically.

They were releasing deadly attacks all over their enemies for a long time without a single moment of pause. In any normal battle or war, people would take little time to rest between a wave and another, taking turns between battles, healing and recuperating before facing what was coming next.

But that wasn't what happened here. William didn't even pause for a single moment. And even if one of them tried to take a single moment of breath, he'd find out that they were left behind by this kid.

And that made them always on their guard. Not to mention the enemy army was filled with lots of scary folks appearing out of the blue.

To these formidable dark masters, they were trying to break free from this grand war, trying to find a way to survive through all this. However, things never ended the same way they envisioned.

The entire grand army of the dark spirit master was already surrounded by tons of normal spirit ones. And thanks to the expansion of this war, the call for the crusade, in addition to the elongation of this war to last for long hours, even days, many forces started to join the fun.

In these forces, lots of strong folks were present. These kinds of brutal fights against strong dark masters weren't just happening solely and exclusively at William's spot, but rather happening all over the entire battlefield here.

These elite dark spirit masters were trying their best to find a weak spot, a way out from this slaughterhouse. But in the end, all of their attempts got blocked and they failed.

This wasn't expected when any of them woke up on the morning of this war. It never crossed their minds, not even a single thought about what the hell they were living through ever crossed their minds in their worst imagination when they responded to the war calling from their leaders.

But right now, it seemed that the chain of their command got crushed, and every man was for himself. If that was the case, then it wasn't a surprise to see all of them trying their best to run, run away from here, even throwing away responding to any screams of help any friend of comrade in arms would shout at such stressful moments.