Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



William never hesitated or felt any embarrassment towards doing this even to his allied masters. And he seemed to have taught them quite well.

Seeing what they were doing, not fighting but collecting loot, made many masters feel terrible about this team. And even if they glared at them with burning eyes of rage and blame, the Black Tails team never stopped for a single second in what they were doing.

William knew this might add a little undelighted infamy to his guild, but he didn't care. There wasn't something perfect in this world. And being practical and careful to collect loot wasn't a crime.

These things would be put to better use later, be part of the foundation he'd leave behind for his guild branch here.

The masters gradually got used to how William's team worked, and slowly they chose to ignore such shameful actions. Time passed fast, and another week ended.

During which, the fire over the mountain died down, but that wasn't the case for the ongoing war. Shadows were now gone, most of the monsters got killed, and yet things never cooled down. If anything, then it was heading towards a new rise, and that was thanks to the joining of the grand dark master army to the war.

The moment the early master ranks got out from the area filled with shadows, they found tons of dark masters waiting for them. The latter weren't standing there to fight, but they were ordered to work like slaves, and that was the last thing they heard from their leaders.

When the two sides met, a brutal battle occurred. The dark masters were filled with many negative traits, but they were never stupid. They knew they got ditched away by their leaders, and they were now all alone in front of the advancing master army.

Surrender wasn't an option. They might live for a few more days, perhaps weeks, but in the end they'd be drawn to cities and towns, and end up killed in front of many eyes.

They would suffer even tons of torture and humillation, would prefer to kill themselves than succumbing to such fate. So they didn't even think about surrendering. And with running away became impossible, they had no other choice but to fight.

They were never brave, not the kind to muster up their courage and fight for their lives. They lacked leadership, lost all the high morals that brimmed violently before in their spirits. They were like crushed weeds, standing hopelessly and powerlessly in front of a massive tornado.

The situation was similar to how masters experienced it against shadows and monsters before. Still there were few who managed to rally lots of dark masters around, gave them orders and plans to put on a last good fight, before turning tail and ran for their lives.ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelenglish.net . Fɪre

Betrayal was running in their veins like blood. And William and other masters watching all this using their spirit senses never found it weird at all.

William was now freed from his obligation towards the heart. The latter already absorbed all the spirit power from the formations connected to it, ending up smashing all the shadows, the entire hostile formation, and other two formations as well.I think you should take a look at

William simply felt like a great burden was removed off his shoulders when the formations shattered. He took a deep breath, lay his body on the ground, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

He deserved to rest, but he'd never let his precious gem be stolen by anyone. He sent his two monstrous weapons to guard it, while he kept sleeping like a baby.

If he got a single speck of power, he'd prefer to go down there and collect the heart, then sleep down there. He slept for long hours, a day and half actually. And as he expected, no one risked coming up the damaged mountain to steal the heart.

First of all, no one ever knew about the heart's value. Even if formidable masters would see something of value in it, they wouldn't risk leaving the battle and come all the way here to grab it from him.

As for monsters, there were none in the radius of hundreds of kilometres around. So he slept in peace, without any interruption.

"I can't see anything anymore," once he woke up, he ate a dried up meal, then went to check on the current situation of war. He couldn't see a thing, as the entire formation wasn't working at the moment.

This was expected, as the heart already finished absorbing spirit power and other formations were destroyed. He lamented his lack of enough spirit power to spread out his spirit sense, and headed down towards the heart.

He found it lying there calmly, with his two monstrous weapons standing on watch. As they didn't use a single technique or enter a fight, they didn't consume much of their spirit power and elixirs.

"It's the most precious gain in the entire adventure here," William held the heart to feel how heavy it became. Even with all his might, he could hardly move it an inch off the ground. He touched and felt how hot it was, an indication of the immense spirit power stored within, alongside the bright golden colour with tinge redness and blackness in it.

William took out an empty ring and stored the heart inside. His business here was over, and he lacked any interest to join the ongoing war.

"I recall there were tons of high end monsters down there, all got killed by fire, snow, and rocks…" his eyes shone brightly when he recalled this, turning to look at the ground in a greedy way.

Even if he'd not get that much of spirit power from these cores, he'd still have a chance to raise his spirit power a little. As such he went down there, collected the cores and other materials, and devoured anything he got.

He lacked two thousand points to reach dark gold grade. And after claiming everything, he ended up with gaining slightly more than three hundred points.