Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1398: The Dark Triad!

The confirmation hit him like a physical blow. It was the same signature he had found in Lara. The same hungry, void-like appetite.

"Damn it!" William slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the thousands of wounded masters gathering in the plaza. The realisation settled in his gut like lead. "It’s him. That bastard is actually here!"

He looked around the devastated city, his eyes searching the shadows of the broken buildings. If the alchemist was present, then every wound inflicted on his guild members was a ticking time bomb.

Every drop of blood spilt was a victory for the enemy. He felt a sudden, rare surge of genuine dread. To tell the truth was to admit they were all doomed—unless he could find a way to kill a poison that ate the very power used to fight it.

"What shall we do?"

The question hung in the air, fragile and trembling. Anjie looked at William, and for the first time since she had known him, she felt a cold pit of genuine dread open in her stomach.

It wasn’t the enemies at the gates that terrified her; it was the expression on William’s face. It was an alien look—a rare fracture in his legendary composure that suggested he was staring at something far more horrific than a mere army.

Fang and the surrounding Black Tails shared her shock, paralysed by the sight of their invincible leader looking haunted. Only one person in the plaza recognised the shadow behind his eyes.

"It’s someone like my ex, isn’t it?"

Becky stepped forward, her voice surprisingly steady. She was the only one who didn’t look puzzled.

She had seen this specific tightness in William’s jaw before—the exact moment he had recognised her ex-lover’s handiwork in the valley. It was the look of a man recognising a monster he thought he had buried.

"That’s right," William whispered. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Slowly, the visible tremor in his hands stilled. The hollow, haunted look vanished, purged by a rising heat that seemed to singe the very air around him.

The weakness in his tone evaporated, replaced by a singular, suffocating tide of endless rage. His eyes, once reflective of the carnage around him, turned into twin voids of murderous intent.

"Do you know what’s going on?" Anjie whispered, leaning toward Becky, her eyes never leaving William. "Who is he talking about? What is this?"

"Get prepared," Becky said softly, her hand gripping her glaive. She watched as William’s posture shifted, his muscles coiling with an unnatural, bestial power. "You are about to see a version of your man that is pure nightmare. It’s a side of him you’ve never seen before, and if we’re lucky, a side you’ll never have to see again."

The moment the words left Becky’s lips, William threw his head back. A primal, earth-shaking scream tore from his throat, a sound that drowned out the clash of steel across the city.

"VLADIMIR! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’M COMING TO KILL YOU!"

William didn’t wait for a response. He vanished.

He didn’t just run; he became a blurred streak of kinetic violence, dashing in a straight, uncompromising line toward the enemy-choked streets.

From every corner of the district, his fifty monsters abandoned their individual skirmishes, turning as one to follow their master. They ran with a renewed, frantic hunger, converging on the wake of William’s path.

As he moved, William’s mind was a storm of his master’s old lessons. He recalled her telling him about the nightmare that was Vladimir. She had once confessed that if luck hadn’t allowed her to kill Becky’s ex first, then facing Vladimir would have been a fool’s errand—a mere fantasy of victory.

The strategy of the Dark Triad was a masterpiece of cruelty: one master utilised toxins to erode spirit power from within; another used grand formations to augment that toxin, trapping healthy masters in a net where their own strength was turned against them.

William could finally see the full, horrific picture. To fight one was a challenge; to fight them together was an execution.

"But the two were never alone," William muttered to himself, his voice a low growl beneath the sounds of breaking bone.

He smashed through a line of enemy masters without slowing down, his fifty monsters acting as a living scythe that cleared a path through the "unending" swarm. "The Dark Triad never left each other’s side. Not until she killed them. And now, it falls to me to kill the triad again."

He didn’t know if this was a cruel joke of fate or a cosmic convergence, but he would not let history repeat itself by half-measures. He remembered his master’s tactical breakdown of Vladimir.

The dark alchemist was a coward of the highest order—he never risked the frontlines. He was a spider at the centre of a web, always watching from a distance where he could adjust his toxins and observe the slow, agonising rot of his victims.

"A big hill... or a small mountain," William whispered, his spirit sense expanding like a net. "That’s where he perches."

He pushed through the enemy ranks with a ferocity that made his monsters look tame. The beasts were now experienced killing machines, displaying a level of teamwork and autonomous aggression that required almost no input from William. They sensed his rage and amplified it.

William didn’t care about the grunts. He knew that if he could find Vladimir soon, he could tear the secret of the antidote from the man’s dying throat. But a cold logic stayed his hand.

Vladimir was never truly alone. To reach the alchemist, he would have to pass through the third pillar of the triad—a man whose very name was synonymous with death.

The Reaper.

This third man was the one who had lived the longest. William even remembered witnessing the final battle of the Reaper’s life back when he had first joined his master’s side as a fresh, inexperienced disciple.

Back then, he had been too weak to comprehend the sheer scale of the terror that man represented. He hadn’t understood why his master’s hands had shaken after that fight.