Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master - Chapter 1405

Chapter 1405: The Fight of the Outer City
“Now, let’s go and find you, dear Vladimir,” he whispered, an evil, predatory laugh bubbling up from his chest.

William began to move, flanked by his terrifying menagerie of beasts. He walked with the measured, steady gait of an unstoppable force, heading in a straight line toward the outskirts of the city.

The scene that followed was nothing short of bizarre. As William advanced, the air seemed to ripple with the sheer weight of his reputation. No matter where he went, the enemy soldiers—men who were supposed to be hardened conquerors—scrambled to get out of his path.

Before he could even arrive at a defensive line, the soldiers would break formation, shoving one another aside in a desperate bid to retreat.

It was a sight of pure, magical terror; fear had proved itself a more effective weapon than any blade, winning the psychological war before a single drop of blood was shed in this new sector.

And yet, William was not a merciful god. He gave none of his enemies the luxury of surrender. He didn’t want their submission; he wanted their eradication.

As he walked, he sent his monsters darting into the retreating crowds like wolves into a fold, killing anyone they could reach. He moved fast, carving a massive, empty wedge through the heart of the enemy lines—a void of death that grew deeper with every step he took.

Behind him, the unified masters didn’t need to be told what to do. Seeing the path William was clearing, they flooded into the wedge, filling the vacuum and exerting a crushing, newfound pressure on the already disarrayed enemy.

The opposing army was buckling, showing every sign of a total collapse if this momentum continued.

But William didn’t bother himself with the outcome of the city battle anymore. He was the architect who had built the victory; he left the construction to his subordinates.

He knew they had passed the worst of the storm, and triumph was now a mathematical certainty for his side. His mind was already miles ahead, tracing a spiritual scent that only he could perceive.

“Where is he going?”

William’s relentless forward momentum, ignoring the chaos of the city he had just liberated, sowed deep puzzlement in the minds of his commanders.

Anjie, Fang, and Becky stood at a distance, watching his receding figure with a mix of awe and confusion. Becky, in particular, couldn’t stop wondering about his endgame.

She had witnessed the absolute dismantling of the Reaper. She knew that the master from the Upper Realm had been a monstrously powerful foe, yet William acted as though the man’s death was merely a footnote. He looked unsatisfied, like a hunter who had bagged a wolf but was still tracking a tiger.

“There were two masters from the Upper Realm already,” Becky realised, her heart skipping a beat. “So why not more?”

The realisation hit her like a physical blow. If there was a third, more elusive intruder, that was where William was heading. She wanted nothing more than to sprint to the front, to witness the upcoming clash of titans, but her hands were tied.

The battlefield was still a tinderbox. Even with the massive surge of masters pouring through the portals and the support of William’s remaining monsters, the situation remained volatile. The enemy was terrified of William, not the rest of them.

As William moved further toward the outskirts, the enemy soldiers on the main front began to regain a shred of their lost confidence. They started to rally, attempting to regroup and put up fresh challenges for Becky and the frontline masters.

If it weren’t for the massive wedge William had carved during his advance—a structural wound in the enemy’s formation that they couldn’t easily close—the invaders would have likely completed their earlier encirclement as if nothing had happened.

Becky was forced to stay behind to hold the line, even as Anjie finally returned to the field.

Anjie didn’t come alone. She brought with her the absolute elite of the Fox Guild—thirty-five of the most capable faction leaders and their strongest teams.

Each team took command of a different sector, using the inner city walls that William had cleared as an anchor point.

The inner city had become a fortress in the heart of the storm, a safe haven from which they launched their counter-attacks into the outer districts.

The situation was far better than it had been an hour ago, but it was far from over. The instability of the front lines forced everyone to fight without holding back.

The outer city became a landscape of fire and thunder as thousands of masters unleashed their spirits simultaneously, and the sound of non-stop explosions heralded the bloody birth of a new era.

Only a few kept following William’s steps, watching him reach the outer city’s grand walls. These were considered the outer and first line of defence against any invasion.

And that was why these walls were gigantic, with lots of defensive towers erected across the walls.

The sheer scale of the architecture was meant to intimidate any approaching force, but to William, they were merely a strategic objective that needed to be secured to seal the fate of his enemies.

William arrived there and stopped. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the metallic tang of blood, but his voice cut through the chaos with chilling clarity.

“If you decide to abandon your ally and friend, then there is no point in keeping you playing with my city anymore… Go, take back those walls, kill any enemy you meet up there and on the ground!”

Like a death god, William stood his ground in front of the widely opened gates of the city, while releasing his monsters loose, targeting the walls and the areas closest to them.

The ground shook as his summoned beasts roared, a tide of claws and fangs that surged forward with a singular, murderous purpose.

Under the watchful gazes of his friends and top guild masters, William’s monsters started a brutal one-sided battle against the enemies over the walls and on the ground.