Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

This might seem like a bad move actually, but right now, and thanks to the sudden attack William and Ibra launched, the leopards were distracted and quite weakened.

The moment the two groups pushed inside and pressured the leopards, the monsters finally started to fall back, even showing gaps in between their ranks.

They were just monsters, moving and fighting based on their monstrous instincts, lacking any real intelligent being out there to lead and organise them.

The moment the two groups managed to bypass the closest monsters to them, things started to look better.

In the middle of all this, William kept flashing around, returning to his old tactic to just wound monsters and keep them busy with him. Ibra waved his glaive right and left, throwing off one leopard with each wave, clearing a wide gap in there.

"Stop!" As the two groups finally reached the empty area between monsters created by the combined effort of William and Ibra, the former issued such an order, "group together, and follow my lead!"

At this point, only less than twenty percent of his spirit power remained. It was an alarmingly low level of his power, and so he decided to wrap things up.

Under his command, and illogical orders, he managed to divide the monsters into two groups, leaving behind few dead and many wounded.

Once the four teams merged together, William led them to hit the group with more wounded monsters, aiming to clear this group out first before his spirit power would reach below ten percent.

This was his initial plan from the start. But if he gave the order for the four teams to move and meet up at the centre of the leopards, none would have believed things would end up the same way they ended like now.

Instead of asking the impossible, he ordered them to exchange places. Like this, none would doubt his words that much, as at the end they'd become at a safe place.

Ibra was the main killer and William was the main controller of this team. In the next few minutes, and even under the fierce resistance of the monsters, William and his team managed to exterminate one group of monsters.

With such a result, they got less than fifteen leopards standing on their limbs, with more than two thirds of them suffering different wounds, and almost one fourth on the last leg away from death.

"Kill the rest," at this point, William didn't need to participate anymore in the battle. He left clearing the remaining monsters, chasing them around before killing all, to the rest of his team.

Ibra fought for five minutes before finally returning to William's side. In the middle of all this, William weirdly sat down, crossed his legs, and seemed to train or something.

In the eyes of everyone, this was a very weird move of William. So Ibra had no other option but to return to his side and act as his bodyguard.

He got tons of questions but refrained from asking William anything for now.

Despite the monsters only having five remaining leopards at this point, they were far more dangerous than the fifty leopards they fought before.

These five were apart from each other, having enough space to show off their high speed, insane agility, crazy reflexes, and use their strong earth element attacks.

They kept using their earth-based attacks, not caring that much about defending and tried to take down as many spirit masters down with them as possible.

Thanks to luck, only one monster here was silver grade while the rest were bronze grade. Two silver team members worked together, under the lead of Sara, and finally managed to kill that silver grade leopard at the end.

Then dealing with the other four leopards became much easier. Reaching this far, the hastily arranged team got more courage and confidence in their ability to handle these leopards. Even the white grade spirit masters felt they could kill those four bronze rank leopards.

However, the cost of killing the leopards down to the last one came at seventeen of the team members having different degrees of wounds.

The severest were one of the bronze dudes and three of the white grade members. They all got gruesome looking wounds, and one of them got a deep wound that extended all the way from his left shoulder down to his belly.

"Anyone know any healing techniques?"

"Any healing herbs? Any healing pills or potions? Anything?"

"Please help me! I don't want to die!"

Just as the last monster fell to the ground, many shouts came. None was celebrating this victory but feeling worried and terribly anxious about the bad state many ended up at.

Even one of those white grade kids screamed, asked for help, fearing to die.

"Lang, take these potions," in the middle of all this mess, William suddenly opened his eyes, touched his ring, and took a few things out.

He already purchased lots of healing potions from the market. He expected such a result, and so he came prepared, "splash half of their content on the wounds if they looked quite serious, and let them swallow the remaining half next," William instructed how to properly use such healing potions.

He didn't have time to concoct his own potions and pills, or else he'd have a better and much stronger version of these potions at least.

"Got it! Thanks!" Lang cupped his hands, took the twenty vials William took out of his ring, and hurriedly went to save others in the team.

"You even brought healing potions?" Sara came after Lang hurriedly left. Most of the team members suffering wounds came from the Long clan. And it'd be quite the loss if they ended up having a few of them die just in their first battle.

"It's my task as a leader to worry about such things," William got to replenish a small part of his spirit power, and it was safely above twenty percent right now.