Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Even Sloth and Fang had to go out there and help. The situation was least described as critical and dangerous. Enemies were everywhere, and it was very hard to keep them away from William and the Troll.

But the moment the Troll was ready, everything was going to change for the better.

"Gather up!" William didn't shout, even muttered these words in a low tone. And yet he knew everyone heard what he said perfectly fine.

As all the high-end masters gathered, he took a peek at the rest of the masters. Anjie was leading all of them, while unable to penetrate through the dense layers of monsters and dark masters.

Luckily for them, all the high-end enemies were attracted like bees over honey, surrounding William and others, not caring about any of them. So they kept fighting weaker enemies, only suffering against the endless numbers of them.

As they were fine so far, William shifted his attention towards the Troll. "Do it like you did before," he muttered while moving his eyes around, looking at all the bridges and enemies flooding over them as if they were nothing.

The masters already activated the Troll before, so they knew what to do. And yet, there was still a single master who stood in the middle of all this and didn't know what to do.

"What about me?" Fang pointed to himself, feeling weird about this situation again, "What shall I do?"

"Stay behind, do nothing," William didn't bother to care for his feelings, said it clear and straight. At the same time, he shifted his full attention over the Troll, "Rise! Rise and roar, show the world the true might of yours…"

*Roar!*

As if the Troll was a sleeping beast, it rose up, and slammed its two gigantic fists at the ground, while roaring in a very life-like way.

It rose like it was alive like the Troll wasn't built out of ores and cold metals. It looked around as if a god descended upon this world. And without doing anything, everyone, literally all the enemies, stopped in their places, and froze out of fear, as if they were in front of the death god in the flesh.

"Let there be death," William muttered, and yet his voice didn't come from his throat, but from the Troll. The voice was so deep and held its own majesty. 

Then as if the gates of hell opened, the eyes of the Troll shone in bright and threatening light, before it released a very deadly beam of light.

Before this, the Troll would release rays of light, exploding everything they touched. But this time, it released a single beam from each eye, and the two beams started to move around without any moment of break.

These two beams didn't just kill the enemies they touched, they also dented the ground, and released fierce explosive waves all around, evaporating anything that got into the middle of all this.

It was scary! And the scariest part was that even when seeing this, not a single enemy dared to move a muscle or tried to escape. They all stood there like statues, waiting for death to come and land over them without any mercy or discrimination.

What was different as well was the lengthy period the attack lasted. Before this, the Troll couldn't keep attacking for more than a minute or two. But this time, it went straight for one hour!

William didn't just hit the bridges, and the enemies around, but also tried to hit the ceiling, aiming to activate that formation up there, yet failed.

As a result, he kept hitting the holes up there, trying to either close them or kill anything inside. He did this on purpose, sending a message over to all the enemies' leaders, making them believe he was going to destroy that formation.

If that formation got destroyed, then they'd lose everything. They worked hard to shift the forces up there into this place. And even if they got two gates left, they still had a chance to take down lots of enemies.

Even if they were crushing the masters at the surface in recent days, things were going to change now. The bridges got destroyed, and most of the enemies here got killed. New enemies poured out, and yet they were killed the moment they came out.

William didn't give them any hope at all. He showed them he had the weapon to change everything in this war. Even if they perfected a trap, he'd crush it. And there was only a single trap left for them to activate; that formation.

He kept alternating between hitting the ceiling, destroying the holes, and killing the new enemies. He did that for an entire hour, while all the high-end masters were feeling something different.

In the previous attempt they felt like they were draining their spirit power in a short period of time. Yet this time, they felt as if they were normally giving out their spirit power.

They didn't feel the pressure, or the drain. In fact, they felt like they could keep doing this for a long time. Yet William knew this was all thanks to the initial activation he did using his spirit power. And after one hour, all of this would change.

The moment one hour passed, and everyone returned to feel the same crazy suction force that drained their spirit power. William didn't continue using the Troll and severed the connection with it. 

"It's enough," William patted the Troll as if he was patting over a little kid or something, "you did enough. And now, it's up to you to keep the enemies under pressure."

He said his last words to other high-end masters. As the enemies got cleared, the bridges got destroyed, and most of the holes got crushed and blocked, they were now back to square one.

As the enemies got crushed, the separated masters found their way to William under the leadership of Anjie. "Move, join, and help them," Anjie was now like their temporary leader in the absence of William.