Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1441: Find Berry at Any Cost!

Becky dashed toward him, her own powers flaring as she carved a path through a dozen bears to reach his side.

"The Mystic Arts bastards... they didn’t let the mutations die out!" William shouted over the din of clashing steel and bestial roars. "They controlled them! They forced the mutated monsters to withdraw, regroup, and organise their lines. They’ve spent weeks preparing this grand army of apocalyptic monsters to sweep across the continent in one single strike!"

His words were punctuated by the launch of his deadliest attack yet. A massive surge of spirit energy erupted from his frame, the sheer pressure of the technique turning a massive section of the remaining stone walls—and the monsters climbing them—into fine, grey dust.

"But... how could they—"

"There is no fucking time for that!" William’s distressed shout cut her off. The raw panic and urgency in his voice told her exactly how razor-thin their chances were. "Head back through the portal instantly! Tell Lara exactly what you’ve seen here. Tell her she needs to find Berry at any cost. Once she finds her, Berry will know exactly how to handle the Scarlet Bears!"

"I... okay!" Becky hesitated for only a fraction of a second. She had a thousand questions. In the upper realms, Scarlet Bears were dangerous but manageable for high-level masters.

However, she had never seen an entire monster tide composed of them. This was a nightmare scenario for any military force, even those with superior cultivation. The sheer mass of muscle and enchanted fur would grind any city to powder.

Yet William’s instructions were as decisive as they were strange. She understood the necessity of warning Lara; the girl was essentially acting as the supreme commander of the war effort, and she was the only one capable of rearranging their fractured lines for a proper counterattack.

What Becky didn’t understand was the request regarding Berry. In Becky’s eyes, Berry was a beautiful rose—swift, smooth, and undoubtedly strong, but she didn’t seem like the type of strategist who could turn the tide of an apocalyptic battle or lead vast armies to victory.

What Becky lacked was the context of William’s history. Among all his friends and allies, only Berry and Lang had witnessed the miracle William had performed back at the Long clan’s territory.

This current monster tide was a mirror image of the one he had stopped years ago at her clan’s doorstep. He had used a specific, secret technique that neutralised the bears’ unique spiritual resonance—a secret that the Long clan had kept and refined.

By luck or destiny, Berry’s grandfather had travelled all this way to support his granddaughter’s faction when the war broke out. The old man’s presence was meant to be a protective gesture for the most fiery flower of the Long clan, but William realized in a flash of clarity that this simple family manoeuvre might be their only hope of survival.

"Those bastards... they aren’t wasting a single second," William muttered, his heart clenching as he watched another wave of bears crest the hill.

He knew that with his personal pack of eighty monsters and his own techniques, his life wasn’t in immediate danger. He could carve a path out of here whenever he chose. But that wasn’t the case for the thousands of civilians in the town or the unsuspecting masters scattered across the front.

He had forged one hundred monsters, leaving ten behind to bolster Anjie’s defence and another ten to provide a tactical backbone for Lara. Yet, as he stared down the crimson horizon, a cold realisation settled in his gut: even if he moved the entire legion of one hundred to the various battlefields, it simply wasn’t enough.

The Scarlet Bears were not mere beasts; they were a systemic catastrophe. To stop a tide of this magnitude, one usually needed to employ a specialised siege tactic—taking down the three primary "Monster Gates" and using the geography of the Yellow River to funnel the beasts, forcing their frantic, packed ranks to crush each other while the gates were systematically dismantled.

Without such a tactic, there was no hope for the rank-and-file masters of this world. To engage a Scarlet Bear in direct combat and survive, a warrior needed pinnacle power.

Any master below the mid-ranks of the Dark Gold grade was effectively a corpse walking; they would be slaughtered regardless of how many of them stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a phalanx.

As the first wave crashed against his position, William started to see flashes of his old life—bitter, jagged memories of a world brought to its knees by the serrated claws of these wild monsters. He saw cities in ash and legions of heroes turned to red mist.

"Not in my lifetime!" he roared, his voice cutting through the guttural bellows of the bears. He clenched his sword hilt so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Even if it takes me forever, I will kill every single one of you myself! Attack!"

He didn’t stop for a single second to catch his breath or even perform a formal inspection of the battlefield.

The moment he had stepped out of the portal and witnessed this apocalypse-in-waiting, he knew there was no room for subtle strategy or delicate manoeuvres anymore. If he wanted to win this, he needed to rely on one simple and brutal method: raw, unadulterated might.

He plunged into the sea of red fur, a golden streak of destruction. It didn’t matter where he moved; the monsters pivoted to follow him with a chilling, hive-mind precision. He was certain this was a calculated move orchestrated by the high-level Mystic Arts monsters.

They were trying to isolate him—the one unpredictable variable they couldn’t fully counter—hoping to pin him down in this slaughterhouse while their other plans to dismantle the world continued unabated.

That realisation only made him fight harder, stripping away any shred of restraint. He fought as if there was no tomorrow—not for himself, not for his friends, and not for the people cowering behind the town’s broken walls.