Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1449: The Terrifying Scarlet Bears!

Yet, as she looked upon this staggering display of might, Berry felt no awe. She didn’t feel the pride that most would feel standing at the head of such a legion. Instead, her eyes remained cold and calculating.

"Listen up!" she shouted. Her voice, amplified by her spirit sense, rolled over the thirty thousand warriors like thunder. The domineering side of her personality, which had begun to emerge in the tent, was now in full bloom. "I see the look in your eyes.

I know you feel mighty. I know you look at your comrades and think that with this much Dark Gold power, nothing can stand in your way. But heed my words, and heed them well: It is not you—not a single one of you—who will lead us to victory in the brutal times ahead."

A confused murmur rippled through the ranks. Masters who had spent decades cultivating their power looked at each other in shock. Even Sara, standing just behind Berry, gave her a bewildered look. But Berry was undeterred.

"Victory will not be won by the strongest among us," Berry continued, her voice growing even more intense. "The keys to our survival are the ones you look down upon. It will be the Gold-graded, the Silver-graded, and even the Bronze-graded masters who turn the tide.

I am going to show you how to fight an endless tide of Scarlet Bears and win. And I will show you, in the next few minutes, why those ’weaker’ masters are the only hope we have left."

With a confidence that defied all conventional logic—the same confidence William had displayed years ago when he led a group of children against a nightmare—Berry turned toward the massive portal. It was the gate linking the safety of the city to the slaughterhouse where William was currently holding the line.

"Like I stood by you then, I will stand by you now," she muttered under her breath, a private promise meant for no one but herself. Without a single glance back to see if the thirty thousand were following, she stepped toward the shimmering veil of the portal.

The arrogance and pride that had filled the plaza only moments ago vanished instantly. In its place, a suffocating mixture of doubt, shock, and primal fear settled over the masters.

They were being told that their strength was secondary, and they were being led into a meat grinder by a girl who claimed the weak would save the strong.

"Let’s go!" Anjie’s voice rang out, sensing the morale of the army beginning to fracture under the weight of Berry’s words. She stepped forward, her hand on her hilt, projecting a calm she didn’t entirely feel. "Don’t just stand there trembling! Let’s go and help our Guild Master! If William trusts her, then so do I!"

Anjie didn’t actually know Berry’s plan—she had zero information on the tactical application of the spears—but she knew how to use a name. The mention of William acted like a lightning rod, grounding the fear and replacing it with a sense of duty. The heavy atmosphere lightened just enough for the first rank of masters to begin their march.

They stepped through the portal in a disciplined stream, thirty thousand of the world’s finest warriors crossing the threshold between worlds.

But the moment they emerged on the other side, the transition was like a physical blow. The air didn’t just smell of copper and smoke; it felt heavy, saturated with the dying screams of the earth. The world they knew was gone. In its place was a brutal, apocalyptic landscape.

The world beyond the portal was a nightmare rendered in blood and fur. There was no town to speak of, no remnants of civilisation, and certainly no surviving masters standing defiant against the dark.

Instead, there was only an endless, undulating flood of terrifying Scarlet Bears. They were led by mutated giants—monstrosities of such scale and ferocity that they seemed to swallow the light.

This tide of beasts was relentless, throwing itself with suicidal fervour at two humans and fifty giant monsters, yet they failed to draw a single drop of blood from their prey.

[What took you so long?!]

The moment the high-end masters and leaders of various factions stepped through the portal, William’s voice rang in their minds. It wasn’t spoken aloud; it was a telepathic projection, calm and piercing, slicing through the cognitive dissonance of the leaders before they could even process the carnage before them.

"Were you... Were you waiting for us?!!" Berry was the first to find her voice, though it was strangled by shock. Before William could even offer a verbal response, her eyes scanned the battlefield, and she grasped the impossible reality. "You... you already dug out the Yellow River for us!"

[That’s true!] William’s mental voice responded with a sharp, perfunctory edge.

In a blur of motion, thirty shadows detached themselves from the chaotic fray. Giant monsters lunged forward, forming a living wall of muscle and fang around the newcomers, shielding the bewildered leaders from the encroaching bears.

[Follow them! They will lead you toward the nearest Yellow River point!]

His instructions were a physical shock to their systems. As the leaders began to move, the sheer scale of William’s foresight dawned on them. He hadn’t just survived; he had anticipated every single beat of this encounter.

He knew Berry would bring the reinforcements here to witness the power of the spears and to learn how to dismantle an unstoppable monster tide.

William had even accounted for their safety, leaving thirty of his most powerful monsters to stand guard over the portal. He knew that regardless of how battle-hardened these masters claimed to be, the reality of a Scarlet Bear tide was a psychological weight too heavy for most to bear without a moment of stabilisation.

Becky, standing at William’s side in the eye of the storm, watched him with a look that bordered on reverence. At first, she had privately dismissed his actions as suicidal—a desperate man throwing himself into the maw of the beast without a prayer.