Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

The battle between high-end forces was intense and quite deadly. So it was expected for the weaker forces on both sides to move away from any place near these.

The high-end masters led by Sloth placed the mission of protecting other weaker masters in front of their eyes. But to the dark masters, this wasn't a thing to consider in the first place.

That made them try to engage weaker masters in the ongoing battles, ending up with Sloth and others expanding the area of their fights, asking other masters to retreat and evacuate, and ending up forming isolated areas in the middle of the masters' army.

When new high-end enemies would pop up, Fang would interfere and keep them a little busy. Then others would come and shoulder the pressure off him, before taking them away from the area close to the gate.

This kept happening for seven hours. During which, William and other masters never felt the same pressure they felt before inside that pocket world. Compared to before, this was like walking in the park to them.

And that wasn't inclusive for them. The high-end masters felt the same. At least they could cooperate to take down a single high-end enemy, and most of these were monsters.

Dark masters were clever enough to not come here and throw their lives. They must have heard the news, and they stopped showing up in large numbers after the first two hours.

"Great news," after seven hours, a loud shout came from the middle of the army. Without the need to look, William knew he was the king, "reinforcements are here! They are upon us already!"

Just as his words landed, many masters could see a large number of masters, dressing in different uniforms and attires, running in groups, heading towards the enemies coming from the hill.

Just from the first look, it was easy to tell how grand this army was. "They are finally here, and here I thought they'd never come," William said while showing an evil smile on his face, one that teased Fang greatly and left him venting over what he was feeling over the enemies around without saying anything.

He hoped the enemies would get a chance to put up a good fight, one that would leave William behind with no other option but to use his formation again. But that never happened.

The arrival of reinforcements put an end to all this. They focused first on the hill, hitting it with large groups of masters, ending up cutting the incoming flood of dark masters from there.

The moment this happened, the king led everyone and went to crush the rear enemies, the ones coming from the gate. And soon enough, masters came to reinforce them, making things much easier.

After a long time of fighting inside that pocket world, the masters who were terribly exhausted and burdened with lots of wounds found a chance at last to breathe and rest.

For the first time since all this started, they finally had the chance to rest and recuperate properly without fearing or worrying about anything. At this moment, they all realised how truly exhausted they were, how their bodies were in a very terrible state.

They kept pushing hard all the time, pushing over their boundaries and limits long enough. By the arrival of the reinforcements, it was clear they weren't in need to keep pushing forward.

One by one fell on the ground, unable to do anything but look at the ongoing battles as if they were living a dream or something. Even William felt the same. In this expedition, he didn't end up any better than everyone else, even the high-end masters got their share as well.

He lost most of his flying weapons, lost eight of his monstrous weapons. He exhausted his grenade and arrow stocks and consumed a ton of the outer world materials in making formations.

He looked at everything happening around him, yet felt nothing but happiness and pride. He knew such consumables were gained to be used and consumed, and it was great indeed to use them in such a big war.

It wasn't like he ended up without reaping any benefits. He looked at the flying balls of lights, the ones that kept fighting for the past hours, killing tons of enemies, sucking their spirit power dry, and ending their lives mercilessly. They were killers, unstoppable, undefeatable, and unkillable.

After fighting for all this time, they never showed any sign of receiving damage or getting tired. In fact, they were shining brighter than before, something that told William they were doing just great.

"You did well," he didn't miss the other addition to his team, the enemy that kept bringing him trouble at every corner, the Nightmare monster.

That monster was a killing machine! It kept using weird techniques, cleaving the heads of tons of enemies in a short time. William didn't see it use the infamous cloning ability, yet it seemed like it never needed to do so in the first place.

"Hmph," the monster sat next to him, without saying anything else. It wasn't like the balls of lights, suffered a few wounds here and there, and was pretty exhausted by the end of this war.

"Come on, we'll have a big party to celebrate our victory soon," William laughed, teasing this monster and recalling that it killed the folks who were once his most trusted allies.

"Hmph," the monster didn't say anything again, simply closed its eyes, and enjoyed these moments without the need to fight.

William kept that evil smile on his face for a few minutes. He knew that the monster was dying from the inside of what it did. And that made William feel more satisfied.

He changed his smile to a sweetheart laugh when Anjie appeared. She was tired, wounded like everyone else, but that didn't prevent her from walking and climbing until she arrived at his side.

Once there, Anjie let her body collapse, before throwing her head deeply into his embrace.

William patted her head while looking around. To him, this was just the perfect conclusion for such a long battle.