Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"I can do it," Sith cut the path again for his teammates to argue, "what can you do?"

"I can hit and kill fast," William paused before adding, "but I may need to recharge."

"Re… Re what?!!" one of the team members asked in doubt and confusion. But William didn't explain what he meant.

"As we are going to fight that bastard anyway, let's go around and hunt monsters first," he paused before adding, "let's go this way. Like this, we can drive his attention away from that safe exit of yours."

"But…"

"Let's go," Sith didn't dwindle like others, and decided to trust William a bit more on this. After all, what William said made quite sense.

If that monster got a ton of clones under its control, then it was safe to assume that it already scattered them around, surrounding them already.

Anywhere they'd run to would be blocked by dense numbers of that bastard's clones. And so it was a nice move to divert its attention towards another direction, while relieving the pressure over their real escape route.

As for William, he knew he got to kill and store as many cores as he could. He already exhausted all of his supply of cores back in his fervent chase and fight.

He wasn't at his full strength right now. And even if he was, he would still consider doing this. In the middle of such a hectic battle, having more cores meant a lot to him.

*Roar!* and just as William drove everyone in a different path, heading away from their escape route, they finally met a group of monsters roaring and coming at them at a fast pace.

"These are the Red Tigers! They use fire and wind together, mostly at silver grade, with their alpha at gold grade… What a hard enemy to face right now!"

One of the team members recognised the incoming monsters using his spirit sense. He was a gold grade spirit master after all. William inwardly nodded, before asking, "does anyone here have a water element?"

"I have!"

"Me too!"

"There are three of us here with a water element."

"Cool," William felt this bunch of spirit masters was a group of weirdos. They used grenades to bring out fire, and yet they got three of their members with water element, one of which was a gold grade spirit master.

"I'll take charge then," Sith suddenly said.

"No, you are the leader," but William corrected this mistake, "you have to remain slightly behind, operate the entire battle out."

"But…"

"Let me lead the charge," William wouldn't let anyone take away his cores and kills, "I can handle them properly and you got to deal damage from behind. Don't forget to spread out water, put down the annoying fire of these tigers."

"Wait… There are hundreds of them in a single pack! We can't…" just before that team member would continue his words, William started acting.

William knew better than all of them about this kind of monster. These tigers were indeed quite troublesome, as they moved and acted in large numbers.

That wasn't just the only problem and challenge they got. The Red Tigers couldn't actually control fire and wind elements together, but part of the pack would control fire, and the other would control wind.

So, in other words, they used to work in little groups, each would have both elements inside. It was like fighting very organised and brutal teams. And each team would have tigers to release fire, and others that could add up wind and augment the attacks, helping each other out.

To others, this might be one of the most troublesome enemies to fight. Red Tigers were just as deadly and scary as scarlet monkeys, but with more ferocious and intelligent nature, and much more abilities to use.

Not to mention they got a gold grade cunning alpha to lead and orchestrate all this, like a mighty army general or something.

But to William, this wasn't a big problem at all. He knew the sole weakness of such a scary looking tactic.

As the team here knew, the entire pack was led by an alpha. But what they didn't know was that for the smaller group of these tigers, a beta would lead each.

These betas were slightly bigger in size than others, with a single curved horn coming out from their head. If a beta got two, then it'd be the alpha, a gold grade ferocious monster.

William knew more than just that. The main weakness of this type of monster didn't lie in elements, but in their unique attack pattern.

Before doing any combination of attacks, they got to have a few moments of pause. This was essential so the fire-based ones would release attacks first before the wind ones would kick in and help.

To sync all this together, they got to give every monster enough time to prepare. And that was where the little time pause came from.

If no one really knew about this, then things would be fine for these monsters. After all, they got many of these teams around, which could make the perfect cover for others pausing in action.

During this pause, these monsters wouldn't be able to move a muscle. They wouldn't attack, wouldn't defend, and wouldn't even move to evade any incoming attacks.

In other words, they'd turn into sitting ducks, waiting for slaughter, for a few seconds only.

To William, this was a piece of cake thing. He just had to spot those groups which stopped moving and aim at them using his technique, swords, and knives. This way, he'd not be able to just kill many of these monsters easily, but he'd also evade the attacks of other groups around.

*Roar!* *Roar!* *Roar!*

"Shut the hell up! I don't know why monsters are this freaking fixed and addicted to roaring before attacking! It's all dumb! Dumb and stupid!" William flashed fast, passing by the initial few groups that came towards him, while shouting in such carefree way at their backs.