Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Even when they tried to activate the trap formations laid under the ground prematurely, they failed.

These formations were now linked to the colossal cloud of golden spirit power. Such connection was draining spirit power from all the formations underground and also protecting them from responding to any outside stimulus.

Failing this ended up making them more troubled and worried. They slowly started to grow scared. They built this trap based on this special area here, over the special underground tiles they found in this pocket world by accident.

It was as William guessed before, they didn't build anything. They found this place, studied it out of curiosity, and ended up learning how it was great in setting a deadly trap for their enemies.

So when the Nightmare monster was seeking any lead about a great way to kill William and others, these dark master leaders proposed the idea of using this place for the trap, an idea that soon garnished enough support and encouragement from everyone, including the Transformers and the Nightmare monster.

Yet none ever expected such a situation to happen, for William to find a way that none heard about before to stop everything. It was a game-changer move, and they could only watch helplessly while William and others were benefitting from the golden spirit power cloud, while their forces were annihilated by it.

What William didn't know was that they had to ask for the help of the Nightmare monster and other Transformers. And yet they all got afraid of meddling in such a situation, refusing to come near this deadly golden spirit power cloud.

The Nightmare monster was the angriest one of all. It wanted to take William down, alongside all of the big names in the Novistic kingdom.

He had nothing particular against such a kingdom except for his desire to take over the entire kingdom for himself. He wanted to rule and make everyone work for it, the same amazing feeling it experienced before when it built that dark academy and gathered the dark masters before.

William was sitting cross-legged now, training and absorbing the high and pure spirit power from the entire world. He didn't care about time, didn't care about anything happening around him. He knew the golden spirit power would handle everything for him.

He didn't even care for how long this process might take. In fact, he hoped for it to last for a long time.

He calculated and thought about everything thoroughly, and yet he missed a singly tiny detail in all this; the masters on the surface!

Just when things turned out bad here, the enemy leaders decided to counter their losses and make up for this by fiercely attacking the masters at the surface.

The king led everyone and started to hammer hard against the many peaks all over the place. Their plan was simple: they built bridges to go up and reach the peaks, attack dark masters, and soon claim the peaks.

They didn't face much trouble or challenge ever so far. Even when the dark masters tried to rally themselves, and fight them hard at a few peaks, things turned out bad for them.

The king organised his people and sent a larger number of masters towards these hot peaks, led by high-end masters. The end result was a devastating defeat of the enemies, and they lost not only these few peaks but many others which these dark masters moved from.

Yet everything suddenly changed. Without warning, the monsters that were weak and not worthy of their worry or care began to surge in terms of numbers and strength. More formidable monsters started to show up, alongside lots of high-end dark masters.

The sudden appearance of these made things hard for the king's side. They tried to push forward, yet failed. Gradually they started to get pushed back, losing even peaks they secured before.

"What's going on?!" The king was in the frontline, watching all this personally. When he received the reports, he decided to come and check on things by himself.

Things didn't look as good as he expected. The enemy started to move seriously against them, throwing tons of forces everywhere.

The king wasn't a greenhorn, he lived through many bad times he could even count. When he saw the current situation, he could already see the end result of this; total annihilation of everyone here!

"Retreat and regroup," this was the first order he gave. The masters following him here were still huge in number, but they were already spread over a huge area, thinning themselves out, "Let's just strengthen ourselves and defend the circle of ten peaks deep from the base!"

The open plains in the centre already got the name of being the centre, or the base of their operations. His words didn't make sense to the weaker and younger masters, the most inexperienced ones.

To them, this war was still winnable, they could crush the enemies coming at them if they persisted a bit longer. But this was a false hope, one that if the king let them cling to would lead to their downfall, inevitably crushing defeat.

The older and stronger masters agreed with the king's orders. So they started to lead others to retreat. Seeing the big names and shots comply with the king's orders in such a swift and decisive way made others forget about what they had in mind, retreated, and helped in strengthening the limited area the king specified.

Doing so made things more stable, and they started to finally put up a good fight against the incoming enemies. The high-end masters were given one order, to gather in different teams, roam the entire battleground, and fight any high-end enemies there.

They worked as firefighters, the only thing they could do at such times.

In a single move, the enemies changed the entire game for the king and others. Their top priority now wasn't to expand their reach or control more peaks, not to find a way to crack that shield but to just defend this spot and try to survive.