Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1473: Fighting Against the Tornado!

William’s gaze snapped away from the descending funnel, his eyes scanning the horizon of the Medium World with a cold, analytical gaze. He knew he was looking at an automated defence system, a world-scale white blood cell reacting to his presence. To anyone else, the storm was a sign to retreat; to William, it was a tool that identified the world.

"The only way to break a world like this," William murmured, his voice barely audible over the rising howl of the wind, "is to push it past the point of no return. We have to press harder and risk more. We have to force the world to deploy so many stabilisation measures that the very energy meant to restore balance becomes the force that shatters the core."

It was a dangerous, high-stakes gamble. William hadn’t come here prepared for the total deconstruction of a Medium World. He had expected a battlefield. However, the path forward was now burned into his mind with crystal clarity. Every second wasted was a second the world used to calibrate its response.

[Get ready to defend!] William’s voice exploded in Fang’s mind via spirit telepathy. Simultaneously, William leapt from the ridge, forming a streak of light as he plummeted down the steep side of the valley. [Target the incoming tornado! Aim for the eye of the storm! If you pierce the centre before it touches the ground, it will break!]

William knew that Fang was the only one in a position to make the shot. It wasn’t just a matter of Fang’s superior raw spirit power. From his position at the bottom of the basin, Fang was standing directly beneath the descending vortex.

William was still mid-descent, sliding and dashing across the jagged rocks. If he waited until he reached the bottom to act, the tornado would have already completed its link to the surface.

Once that tubular structure solidified, it wouldn’t just be one storm—the Medium World would trigger a chain reaction, spawning dozens of vortices until the "anomaly" was purged.

And in the eyes of this world’s nature, the greatest anomaly was the monster gate linking back to their home. The world would prioritise the destruction of that retreat path above all else.

[You want me to destroy a tornado? With what, exactly?!!] Fang’s mental shout was laced with panic. He was a master of lightning, a warrior who dealt in piercing strikes and electrical discharge. To him, asking a lightning master to stop a wind-based natural disaster was like asking a man with a needle to stop a tidal wave. [Lightning doesn’t break wind, William! It just passes through it!]

[Just focus every ounce of lightning you have into the heart of that funnel!] William’s voice roared back, both mentally and verbally, his shout echoing off the valley walls. [Trust me! It isn’t what it looks like!]

Stressed by the sheer urgency in William’s tone, Fang decided to bet his life on the young man’s judgment once again. He pivoted his stance, his feet digging into the blood-stained earth.

He channelled the entire output of his lightning array and redirected it upward. A massive pillar of violet and white electricity erupted from the ground, surging toward the rapidly descending, cone-shaped tip of the storm.

Rumble!

The collision defied every law of nature Fang knew. The moment his lightning touched the leading edge of the tornado, the wind didn’t disperse or swirl; it began to evaporate. Violent bangs and fierce, thunderous rumblings shook the atmosphere as the storm’s structure slowly disintegrated upon contact with the electrical discharge. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was a bizarre, impossible sight. For a moment, Fang wondered if his lightning had undergone some fundamental evolution he hadn’t noticed, or if William had performed some secret technique on his array.

In reality, William had correctly deduced the true nature of this Medium World. While the tornado looked like a manifestation of the wind element, everything in this artificial realm was constructed from the same foundational essence: the Darkness element.

The wind, the rocks, even the air itself were merely darkness reshaped into different physical properties. Against the darkness of a manufactured realm, the purifying power of lightning was the ultimate poison.

"Let’s press harder then!" Fang shouted, his confidence returning with a roar. Seeing his probe attack work so effectively, he stopped holding back. He poured more of his spirit power into the array, the pillar of lightning thickening until it looked like a solid spear of light piercing the heavens.

The bottom of the incomplete cone shattered, the brown fog dissolving into harmless mist. William finally landed beside Fang with a heavy thud, the impact cratering the ground. Without missing a beat, he began to sketch out a secondary array on the earth, his fingers moving with a speed that left afterimages.

"Finally joining this old man to attack from the rear?" Fang joked, though his face was drenched in sweat. He didn’t let up the pressure for a second. "I’ve got the sky covered, kid. You go back up there and keep hitting those gates. We need to shut this factory down."

"That won’t do," William said, his eyes fixed on the struggling vortex above. "This world is... Special. It requires a systematic dismantling, not just random destruction.

If we don’t stabilise our position here first, that tornado—or the ten that’ll follow it—will vaporise our only way home. First things first: we break the world’s first strike. Then, we slowly work to destroy it."

Fang could tell there were many things William was leaving unsaid, likely a side effect of the precarious tightrope they were walking. Seeing no other choice, the old master returned his full attention to the sky. He unleashed relentless waves of lightning, tearing into the atmospheric vortex with a fury that mirrored his own mounting anxiety.

At first, the results were promising. The electrical discharge devastated the lower portion of the tornado, shredding the condensed brown fog into wisps. However, whenever Fang’s attacks drew closer to the wider, upper cone of the funnel, the storm reacted with terrifying resistance.

It felt as if the tornado were alive—pulsing, fighting back, and forcibly pulling itself back together against the onslaught of spiritual power.