Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



Yet before they'd imagined the worst, a loud shout came from their direction, and many masters started to run and meet these dragons.

"I will handle them! I will kill them!" Yet before a single master would show up and arrive at the dragons, a single one moved like an arrow, flying in the air, accomplishing something that none other ever did.This chapter is updated by N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.net

Masters at dark gold grade would develop some sort of hovering ability. They could float in the air, and move for a few kilometres at most while being too close to the ground. They could' literally fly until they'd arrived at the top of the pinnacle stage.

Like anything else in the spirit master world, with every increase in spirit power, a gain to all the abilities would be obtained.

"It's Fang!" many recognised the infamous master right on the spot, "since when was he with us?!!" This was by far shocking news, and also great news.

Fang was infamous for his temper, the same as any formidable master. But he was way worse than any top master. Yet he was known as well for his ferocity and brutal techniques.

The moment everyone spotted him, and hope surged up by a ton! They watched him fly, high in the air, evenly at the same level as dragons, without knowing how he did that.

He was blessed with a few elements, and one of them was space element and the other was wind. He managed to combine the two together, ending up traversing long distances using space, hovering in the air by wind, and then jumping to another spot.

To those watching from far, he was flying, but to those using spirit sense, he wasn't. No matter the reason, he was now going to the dragons, alone, and all waited for what he was going to do.

"Let there be a hurricane!" he suddenly muttered, and all of sudden, a giant tornado appeared, "let the world turn into a hurricane!" he muttered again, and this time, he kept jumping from one spot to another, ending up spreading more tornadoes everywhere.

He was using space techniques to jump through distant points, and wind to summon deadly hurricanes. The wind was the ally of flying monsters, and also their deadliest enemy.

The moment these dragons got entrapped into one tornado, they tried to escape it by going any direction away from it. But eventually, they'd get caught in another tornado, and another. As many fell for this, they either kept struggling against these, or ended up getting thrown far away, or to the ground.

"Kill them!" The moment these dragons fell to the ground, many masters shouted, and jumped with their deadliest weapons and techniques, wanting to take the honour of the first master slaying a dragon in the world.

They were all driven by greed for glory and power, ending up facing a terrible ending for most of them. These monsters were all at high-stage dark gold grade, not the type to be easily toyed with by any master.

Until the pinnacle stage masters arrived, things looked a bit difficult and bloody for everyone. The dragons fell to the ground, feeling dizzy and weak, but they were still hellishly strong.

They had a high defence and a scary offence. Their breaths kept killing lots of masters, until the strong ones appeared and started killing them.

Even if they had high defence, it wasn't even close to those rhinoceros. In the end, dragons kept dying, and masters began to organise themselves once again.

In just half an hour, Fang single-handedly changed the course of this battle. Yet he had his limits, couldn't go on like this even with elixirs.

When one arrived at such a stage of power, elixirs would turn pretty much useless. Unless one was willing to use tons of these, their effects wouldn't be that significant, not even that useful.

"Tell me this is enough," he tried to last for another half an hour using much of his stored elixirs, but he ended up sustaining just for fifteen more minutes. In the end, he withdrew, and retreated, while the dragons entrapped got freed.

The tornado vanished all of a sudden, and then things started to look bad for everyone.

*Roar!*

The dragons were famous for not letting their personal grudges down. They ignored everyone and focused solely on the despicable human who let them suffer all this.

They flew and roared, chasing Fang using everything they got. Fang was running at first in the middle of an army of masters, ending up realising this was going to kill tons of masters here.

"Screw this! Why aren't you ready yet?!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, knowing that even by using his spirit power to strengthen his voice, William wasn't going to hear any of what he said.

As things reached this far, he turned around, and ran away using his space element and techniques, "Make that kid use his weapon, or else we are done for!" he shouted, knowing that other formidable masters were listening to his words attentively, would deliver the message over to William.

The latter wasn't ignorant of all this. In fact, he finished making the first stage of the Troll ten minutes ago. But he decided to wait, let that master suffer a little for his harsh attitude back there with him.

Yet when the dragons broke free and ran amok amidst the tons of masters, he had to act. Before Fang's shout would end, something roared from far behind, attracting everyone's attention, including the dragons.

"What is… That?!!!"

This was what everyone who watched this thought and shouted aloud. Just at the direction of the forging place, at the place where William was, a giant metallic behemoth appeared.

It had no eyes, head without anything special about it but being irregular in shape and appearance. It looked ugly, yet it felt deadly.

"Is that…'' the king, Sloth, Panther, even Fang and other formidable masters, muttered to themselves the moment they saw that behemoth.