Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Soon enough, such doubt proved to be real as more high-end enemies came their way, stopping them again.

"They came from other areas," William and Fang noticed. "At least we are helping them this way, right?" 

"I don't care about any of that," Fang shook his head, "I'm just super excited I'm going to use that awesome lightning booster once again, hahaha!"

"..." William didn't know what to say in response to that, so he kept himself silent while building up another formation.

Like before, Fang released tons of lightning, while killing lots of those high-end enemies. As these enemies were shifted from other locations, the masters out there spotted a chance, and they moved to grab it.

Yet it wasn't enough for them to gain the upper hand, or create momentum. They just pushed forward slightly every now and then, much better than just stagnating back there and doing nothing.

William and Fang could see such results, and the two knew they were the ones behind such little progress. "Let's keep going," Fang was excited about this and asked to push forward.

Even if the two were pushing up ahead of the entire army, while lightning forced others to stay behind and watch, keep their distance, it didn't matter. Fang's lightning was enough to take down tons of enemies, and it never seemed like there were just two fighting out there.

As for William, he returned to collect loot from the fallen enemies, while Fang did his part. But keeping moving forward alone wasn't good. So he had to slow Fan down, and spend enough time fighting the enemies normally while other masters would catch up.

Then they'd separate and head forward, do it again. This might have slowed them a little, but it was much better than just advancing alone deeply in the enemy's lines.

William knew Fang was intoxicated by the feeling of being unstoppable. But killing the enemies here was never their goal in the first place. They just needed to buy themselves enough time for the portal to get activated.

So he prioritised moving wisely and strategically with everyone, instead of doing the normal and crushing the enemies solo as he loved to do.

Fang on the other hand wasn't accepting this. He wanted to use that formation more, wanted to feel that awesome superiority as much as he could.

Every single time William stopped him and the latter fumed in rage. Yet the latter never listened to his complaints and kept the game steady and slowly progressing.

Slowly hour by hour passed, and things were heading as everyone on William's side wanted. The enemies tried hard to fight back, but they failed. Even when they used their top force, they couldn't stop them. 

And the hour came for them to leave at last. But there was something important before announcing the order to retreat, to put a concrete strategy for such a risky retreat.

William knew he didn't need to bother himself with such a troublesome matter. This wasn't about organising a retreat of a thousand masters but for tens of thousands. On top of that, all of them were already engaged with the enemy.

There were tens of thousands who could be easily mobilised as they were acting as reserves and didn't take part in the ongoing brutal fighting right now. Yet there were still too many fighting hard against those enemies, and that was the main problem the king and others faced.

They weren't just concerned about how to safely recall them back, but if this line fell, then others behind would get attacked as well. In other words, these masters were defending and securing the lives of those standing behind them, a very important piece to get away safely from here.

Sloth told William on behalf of the king about this dilemma and asked him to persist there for one more hour. 

[... We will do our thing, but we may need your help at some point…] Sloth spoke for roughly five minutes straight, telling William what they had in mind about this plan.

They wanted to depend on the frontline and slowly retreat until the area of fighting would be enough for the high-end masters to take the toll. Then William would show in the picture, using his deadly formations to hit the enemies hard before they'd all retreat.

William knew this was a feasible plan. After all, the high-end masters were very experienced and could keep their lives intact until all of the weaker masters would retreat.

The only challenge was in the huge number of the masters fighting at the frontlines right now. Trying to let all of them retreat at the same time was something impossible to happen without suffering lots of losses at the high-end master gang.

And so they had to slowly retreat, making masters evacuate the front battle slowly and steadily. That was their burden to handle, and he had just to keep the enemies busy during the upcoming hour.

If it was something easy to do then Sloth wouldn't have even mentioned it. But as they were all stressed by fighting the high-end masters of the enemy, they didn't have time to consider a proper retreat plan.

To do it, they had to focus totally on making and executing the plan.

And that meant all the pressure would land on William and Fang. "We'll stop here," William said, before explaining everything to Fang. The latter got the news as well, and he knew what was coming at him.

Yet he never regretted it. In fact, he felt this was a blessing, as he'd experienced constant use of that awesome formation before the end of this war.

As he guessed, William asked him to keep releasing his attacks while he'd build more formations to use. William didn't bother with any of the masters following them, as they'd get the orders to retreat from the king and others.

He started to build formations on a fixed and direct retreat path. Time passed slowly, while the high-end masters of the enemy kept coming without stopping.