Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1425: Only Three Remain!

William didn't remain in his human form for long; he shifted into his fox form, his fur shimmering with a dangerous, ethereal light. He flashed right and left, weaving through the gaps in their coordination.

As he moved, he began stacking spiritual energy and kinetic force on his tails, his signature technique glowing with increasing intensity.

His enemies were heading straight for him, desperate to end the nuisance, yet he didn't engage them in a direct confrontation.

He played a game of cat and mouse, moving around the periphery of the plaza, hitting other lesser enemies with quick, stinging techniques while all the while storing up massive amounts of concentrated attacks on his tails.

"Stop, you impeccable bastard!" After half an hour of this frustrating dance, one of the enemies grew tired of chasing William around without landing a single hit. "Just accept your fate and die like the insect you are!"

"I'd say the same for you as well."

At this point, William had stacked so many attacks on his tails that he started to feel a staggering internal pressure.

His tails felt like heavy boulders being dragged along with his body, and every step required an immense effort of will to keep the volatile, stored attacks under check. He was a walking bomb, and the fuse was burning short.

When he saw the enemies finally converging, forming a tight circle to surround him and cut off his escape, he couldn't help but let out an evil smirk.

"Your first mistake was to underestimate me! You thought that the moment I recognised the defensive formation you used, I would just sit and wait for it to crush me? You thought I wouldn't move and target it first? Pathetic!"

As William's words landed, the entire plaza shook with a deep, structural groan. The Grand Tortoise formation they had used was infamous in the upper realm for a very specific reason: it had the power to weaken any master falling under its domain by two full stages.

In William's case, it was designed to suppress him until he was a mere Silver-grade master instead of the peak Dark Gold grade powerhouse he truly was.

But while William had been stealing all the limelight, acting as a frantic decoy and attracting all the enemies to chase him around the plaza, his monsters had been doing something entirely different.

They hadn't been attacking the masters; they had been hunting the nodes. Under William's silent mental commands, they looked for the hidden bases of this formation and slowly, methodically ruined the foundations.

The moment enough cores were shattered, the entire formation shook and cracked, the golden dome of light above them splintering before collapsing in a loud, resonant bang that sent a shockwave through the fortress.

"You..."

The moment his enemies realised what he had done—that the suppression had vanished and their "safe" zone was gone—it was already too late. Falling into his trap came as a total surprise to them.

They had thought he was merely lucky to identify the formation by name; they never expected him to know exactly how to dismantle its physical anchors while under pursuit.

As they stood there, paralysed by confusion and shock, William used this perfect moment of distraction to unleash hell over their heads!

The massive attacks he had painstakingly stored and balanced on his tails for the last thirty minutes were finally released.

The air shifted violently, and the spirit power around the plaza stirred into a localised hurricane. A massively terrifying explosion of energy landed, engulfing most of the enemies in a white-hot flash.

It was a concentrated burst of destruction that killed anyone touched by it in no suspense; their lower-realm-restricted bodies simply disintegrated under the sheer weight of the stored power.

William stood calmly in his place as the dust began to settle. He felt the heavy, agonising load he had carried and struggled with for the past half an hour vanish, replaced by a sense of light, airy relief.

It felt great to breathe without the weight of a mountain on his spine. Yet, what made him feel even better was the current state of his enemies.

The twenty-five thrones were mostly charred ruins. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Now," William said, his voice echoing in the sudden silence of the peak. Only three out of the initial twenty-five Serpent heads remained alive.

They had been at the very edge of the blast, but even they weren't in any good shape. Their robes were shredded, their skin scorched, and their auras flickered like dying embers. "Shall we start our talk all over from the start?"

"H… How… You…" The lead Serpent struggled to stand, his eyes wide with a terror that hadn't been there before. "You were supposed to be weak and powerless... The formation was supposed to strip your strength! And what about those monsters? Why are they helping you? Are they from the upper realm? How can a porter control such beasts?!"

Slap!

The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed with a sharp, stinging finality across the desolate plaza.

The Dark Master, a figure who had once commanded respect in the high reaches of the Upper Realm, could only recoil as his head was snapped to the side. His protest was cut short, silenced by the sheer, cold audacity of the blow.

William did not wait for a reaction. He moved with the practised efficiency of a scavenger king, his fingers nimble as he began to strip the rings and high-grade spiritual gears from the fallen masters.

These were men of the Upper Realm, individuals who had looked down upon this world as a mere playground for their shadows, yet now they lay as cooling corpses at his feet.

"You need to know your place," William said, his voice terrifyingly calm. It was a tone devoid of malice or excitement, sounding more like a weary professor instructing a slow-witted child in a classroom. He didn't even look at the survivor as he spoke.

"You need to understand the hierarchy of this moment. I am the one asking the questions. You are the one providing the answers. If your responses do not satisfy my curiosity, then the only thing you have to look forward to is a prolonged period of torture followed by a wretched death. However, if you answer properly, I might grant you a smooth ending."

"..."