Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1493: A Weird Phenomenon All Over the World!

Across the vast landscape of William’s home world, the fight against the monster tide was finally taking a definitive shape. It had been more than a week since the initial outbreak, and the human geographical map had been violently redrawn.

Vast swathes of once-fertile land, thriving kingdoms, and peaceful villages had been completely cleared of human life. The survivors were now huddled in pockets of desperation, gathered at known strategic spots across the globe.

The map was now a terrifying mosaic. It showcased a scary, hollow emptiness where human presence once flourished, now filled with the reddish-brown fur of millions of Scarlet Bears and grotesque monsters.

In the middle of this sea of death, human cities and large fortified towns stood like isolated islands, where spirit masters fought brutal, back-to-back battles for their very existence.

In the three main headquarters of the Fox Guild, these maps were being updated hourly. While the picture looked grim on the distant continent, the continent dominated by the Fox Guild and its allies showed a much more promising, albeit scarred, face.

The southern and northern regions of the continent were particularly well-protected. These areas boasted the highest concentration of human refugees and organised spirit master armies.

Specifically, these were the zones where the Fox Guild’s primary influence was felt: the region containing the fallen Novice Kingdom, where the guild had first stood its ground, and the territories bolstered by the crown princess, Anjie.

Between these two bastions, the middle regions looked more like the desolate landscapes of the other continent—long stretches of empty land where the bears roamed freely.

However, thanks to the early and decisive actions of Ro, Sara, and Berry, there were dozens of islands in the middle of the bear-infested territories.

These were places where the three girls had successfully established portals, providing the local garrisons with elite reinforcements, mountains of specialised spears, and a steady stream of intelligence and supplies.

Because of this miracle, the human enclaves on this continent were far more stable than the crumbling cities on the other side of the ocean. After a week of constant slaughter, the remaining spirit masters had finally mastered the art of mass-producing the special spears.

They finally possessed the right tools to fight the endless swarms of the Scarlet Bears, turning what had been a massacre into a sustainable war of attrition.

Anjie had gone further, utilising her authority and the guild’s resources to establish a network of portals linking her continent with the most desperate zones of the other continent. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Lara’s city had also become a nexus, its portals acting as lifelines that alleviated the pressure on several overseas locations simultaneously. Through their sheer willpower, they were saving more lives than anyone had dared to hope for at the start of the week.

And yet, despite these local victories, the overall world map told a horrifying truth. The human population had already lost more than two-thirds of its initial numbers. Most of these losses occurred in the blind spots—the areas that lacked the protection of the Fox Guild or connections to the world’s major academies and empires.

Anyone looking at the crimson-stained maps knew that even if they managed, by some impossible miracle, to survive this ordeal, the world would be forever changed. It would be a world filled with the deep grievances of millions of lost spirits, looking empty and desolate, as if human civilisation had been pushed back thousands of years.

No one dreamed of a total miracle anymore, not even within the elite ranks of the Fox Guild. Rumours had spread among the masters that William was fighting in another realm to stop the disaster at its source, but as day eight bled into day nine, and the gates continued to vomit monsters, hope was beginning to fray at the edges.

Then, the unbelievable happened.

Without any warning or signal, thousands of monster gates across the entire world suddenly stopped gushing Scarlet Bears. The cessation was so abrupt it was jarring. It was as if a flood caused by relentless, unstoppable rain had suddenly vanished because the rain itself had simply ceased to exist.

At one of the most intense battlefronts, Fang stood in front of a pulsing monster gate, his spear raised and his body coiled for the next wave. He waited. Ten seconds passed. Thirty. A minute. No snarling beast emerged from the rift.

"What’s going on?!!" Fang shouted, his voice echoing in the sudden, eerie quiet of the battlefield. He looked around at the thousands of masters who were also lowering their weapons in confusion. "There hasn’t been a single monster coming out of this gate for the past few minutes... This is too weird!"

The silence was heavier than the noise of battle had ever been. The masters looked at the gate as if it were a trap, waiting for a bigger, more terrifying monster tide to step through.

"It’s him!"

Berry walked toward Fang, her face lit by a sudden, radiant realisation. She didn’t need to see the other side to know what had happened. She had seen William do the impossible too many times to doubt it now.

"No one in this world or any other can pull off a miracle of this scale but him!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and relief.

"Well..." Fang hesitated, his mind racing back to the glimpses he’d caught of the world on the other side before his retreat. "I really hope so." Even as the words left his mouth, he felt the crushing weight of scepticism. He knew how impossible such a feat was.

He had seen that hellscape with his own eyes. It was a realm where the very air seemed to breathe malice, filled to the brim with an infinite sea of Scarlet Bears that existed for no other purpose than to dismantle their reality.

He had fought those beasts alongside the elite core of the guild, using every ounce of his lightning and every scrap of his power, and they had barely held a single gateway. Yet William was all alone in that world, a lone speck of light in a colossal gathering of darkness and hatred.