Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

Fang was extremely excited, not only because he was going to feel such a god-like feeling again before leaving, but because there was another battle waiting for them at the surface.

As the two got the plan from Sloth, they waited for his signal. The first part of the plan was to mobilise the extra and unneeded masters from here first. It wasn't just to empty enough space for others to slowly and orderly retreat, but they now needed to go up there and start fortifying the entire place with traps and formations.

Building defences out there wasn't feasible. The retreat plan would take roughly one day, and they wouldn't be able to build anything of value during this short time.

Instead of wasting time on this, they'd better spread out more formations and traps. To make sure they'd do it well, the king issued a small team of high-end masters with them. This team would act as their temporary leaders, stopping and fighting any incoming enemies before the entire retreat was done.

William and Fang had to wait for hours and got the chance to retreat but Fang refused. "Let's keep doing it! I want to burn those fckers with my lightning all day!"

"Says the man who paid nothing to get any of that!" William rolled his eyes, and Fang cleared up his throat, acting as if he was some venerable master or something.

"Don't you think I saved your life many times already?"

"When? Where? Don't tell a lie and believe it!" William evilly snorted, "You are going to pay for all this, mark my words. But for now, let's kill them."

Fang laughed, as he knew he got his wish fulfilled. Yet even after four hours, he never felt enough of using this formation. It was something that made him feel invincible, something he never felt before, something he'd love to feel all the time.

So it was expected that even after using this formation for all this time, he still felt bitterness inside when they got the signal to pull back.

"We are going to retreat using the formation," yet when he felt this low, William's words came and revived his spirit, "we can use up to three more formations, then join others."

"Only three times?" Fang muttered in a depressed tone, while he was fighting monsters around. Dark masters already retreated after tasting one hellish defeat after another.

They tried to join hands with high-end monsters, but this failed. Under Fang's lightning showering bolts, nothing could survive after many hits.

So they finally retreated, abandoning the front battle, leaving it all to the monsters. And these were the easiest to deal with, as their weakness was they had no brain at all.

"You are going to have more fun while they retreat," William motioned towards the grand number of masters waiting for them back there. Many masters already retreated, but they weren't the main bulk of the army. The king and other high-end masters were orchestrating a slow and strategic retreat, well planned, filled with tons of traps and deadly attacks for the incoming enemies.

So even if they took hours to evacuate the free masters, they'd take a day to evacuate the rest of the army. And that meant Fang would get many chances to use the lightning formation, he and other masters would actually get the chance for that.

Yet all the hype Fang felt went astray the moment he saw the Troll again. The two retreated and reunited with others. Without the need to say anything, everyone knew what to do.

The king even took part in this, including his personal high-end master guard team. Things were looking so serious, after all, it was up to them to hold the fort and stop the enemies, buying enough time for masters to safely retreat.

And that wasn't a simple or safe task at all!

Everyone knew the moment they withdrew all of their army's main bulk, they'd end up suffering a ton of endless attacks. Even the scared dark masters would find courage and get greedy to kill them.

And that was why the king and others placed their full trust over William's formations and Troll. The issue was after this last stand, William would run so low on his outer world materials, not enough even to make ten of such formations. Yet that wasn't something he'd worry about.

He knew the moment they got out of here, things would shift totally in their favor. Fighting in one's homeland was way different than fighting right in the middle of a hostile turf.

"Ready?" The king waited for everyone to spread out, standing on the main key points carefully planned before, "Let's do it!" and then he gave the signal for everyone to start this final battle.

Everyone moved the moment the king gave the order. The normal masters started to retreat as if they were all running away for their lives from a deadly foe.

At the same time, the high-end masters took the lead on the key points, holding up the frontline. And at this moment, the tide suddenly surged in front of their faces, when a few thousand masters were doing the task of tens of thousands of masters.

The worst moments were the early moments when they had to take the crushing tide coming endlessly from the front. To add more, the king strictly refused to use William's formations at such a critical moment.

It was all up to them, up to every single master to do what they could do to the best of their abilities, and hold that line.

Even William found it hellishly hard, even when he got his ten monstrous warriors, thousands of flying weapons, and even his grenades and arrows.

He used literally everything and fought like never before, and he wasn't alone. Everyone else was doing the same.

Anyone watching this from far away, or by using their spirit senses, they'd see a tsunami of enemies, monsters, and dark masters, racing against time to hit the few thousand masters standing on a single line.