Reincarnation of The Strongest Spirit Master - Chapter 1165: Enduring For Too Long

Even when Fang used the lightning formation, it wasn’t enough to deal with all of them. The most they got was just injuries, with rare life-threatening wounds and a few deaths every now and then.

It wasn’t the perfect result that Fang produced during the past hours. And that was thanks to the huge increase in the high-end masters coming their way.

Fast enough, the two started to feel the pressure. The high-end force of the enemy didn’t come alone, as they rallied tons of forces around, using them as shields to protect them from the attacks coming from Fang.

“It’s not working,” Fang shouted when he suffered a gruesome-looking wound on his chest, “forget about one hour, we can’t survive for ten minutes!”

“Leave them to me!” William already saw this from the very start. He hoped for a big portion of the high-end force of the enemy to keep coming at the king and other high masters, but they didn’t. He hoped for the king to dispatch a team to help, but this didn’t happen.

He didn’t blame them, after all without a proper retreat plan, many of the good masters would fall here. And so, he took out his Troll once more and used the time Fang released two consecutive lightning formations to charge it up.

The moment he spoke, Fang noticed the Troll. He was all focused on releasing his technique, without enough time to check on anything else. The pressure was simply too much for even him to handle. Yet the moment he saw the Troll, he knew things were going to be great. “Don’t overdo it!” he shouted in warning, as he knew if William activated it alone, he’d end up getting exhausted and would enter deep sleep.

This was the worst time ever for William to experience that. “I know, just keep releasing your lightning, I’m just helping from the side,” William shouted back before the Troll released its deadly attacks from its eyes.

The moment the rays landed, everything they touched evaporated into thin dust. Seeing this made Fang pumped up, as he released more lightning while focusing more on the gaps the rays William released caused.

Yet William didn’t last for more than half a minute, then he stopped everything. He took the Troll back while moving around, building more formations.

“We’ll do it this way, every three formations, I’ll use my Troll,” William timed everything and knew half an hour of doing nothing much was enough. Fang didn’t say anything back and knew it wasn’t going to end badly this time.

Before this, he didn’t think they could last more than ten minutes. But with what William did, aiming and targeting mainly at the big shots in the enemy’s front and midlines, things began to look much better now.

The first twenty minutes were stressful for the enemy. After all, William kept taking out the Troll every now and then, pushing tons of fear into their spirits. And yet the monsters never feared that and kept coming at Fang, eating tons of lightning and losing too much of their numbers.

Soon enough, the dark masters saw how bad this would turn at the end. They got separated in such a simple and effective way from the high-end masters. And if they allowed this to continue, they’d be pressured into a very tight spot.

So they threw fear of the Troll behind their back, especially when William took it out multiple times without using it. The moment they joined hands with monsters, the pressure returned again over Fang. but it wasn’t like before.

The twenty minutes of hesitation were enough for Fang to kill lots of monsters. That helped in reducing the overall strength of the incoming enemies, making it a bit lesser than what it was before using the Troll.

“Get ready, another attack is coming,” William shouted, delivering his earlier promise. As Fang was about to finish the third formation, William reminded him of that. He didn’t need to, as his Troll wasn’t that easy to miss.

The Troll attacked, and then Fang linked it with his own lightning-augmented brutal attacks. The duo kept doing this for an entire hour and a half, while the king and other high-end masters were planning their retreat.

[We are ready, let’s do it this way…] After one hour and a half, Sloth’s voice finally rang in William’s mind. He explained how they were going to do it, and William didn’t object to this plan.

It was actually a simple plan, one that depended on his formations and Troll. They agreed to let the king and the group of two hundred high-end masters activate the Troll at the end and defend the long path leading to the escape portal.

Sloth told him they already tested the gate and sent a few teams out there and the news they brought back was simply great. The gate opened just next to a kingdom’s capital in their continent. They were away from their kingdom, but it wasn’t a problem.

The place was safe, without any enemy out there. The teams who went out there found out the location of a big hill nearby, which meant it was a hidden base of the enemies.

William and others couldn’t tell if this place was filled with tons of enemies or not. Yet they weren’t worried. This was their homeland now, an allied turf, and any war would ring alarms to everyone around.

In fact, if any, they felt quite excited and relieved. News spread among the entire army, and they never felt any depression when learning about the situation out there.

Even if they got stressed out and exhausted, they wouldn’t flinch back and reject a chance to burn one more fort of the dark masters. “You heard the news, right?” from the front, Fang’s voice landed, “they need your help on this.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like using my formations a few extra times,” William laughed, and Fang laughed with him. The latter didn’t say anything, as it was clear what his stance about this was.