Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"It's a scary dude indeed," Ibra sighed, looking at the ground before adding, "the Slytherin Worm Land always moves solo. If they spotted a target, they first got to penetrate the ground, spread its body in circular layers, forming a trap before the target would step into it."

"That…"

"Does this mean we are already standing on its body?!"

"How long is that dude's body? A twenty metre length monster or what?!"

Shock, fear, and confusion came from the mouths and faces of those who didn't hear about this scary monster before.

"A youngster of these will be at least fifty metres in length," Sara's heavy tone came slowly before adding, "as for an adult… They are one hundred metres at least… And they are always at the gold grade!"

"..."

"Tsk! William is at the centre of that trap! How can we help him get out and escape this damn place?" Berry felt immensely worried over William, asking everyone without moving a muscle.

"Let's kill it then!" one of the bronze spirit masters who didn't know a thing before about this worm spoke in anger and disdain, "we got enough numbers on our side. Don't tell me even you can't do it!"

"As far as I know…" Ibra was the most experienced one here, and the strongest. So it was expected for that bronze dude to direct his words towards him, "without having a dark gold spirit master on our side, killing this thing is impossible!"

"This…"

"The Slytherin Worm Land monsters keep most of their bodies underground. And the weakest point lies in the tail, which won't appear unless it went for killing," Sara explained in a rushed tone, "we are already standing on its body. A single move from us will disturb the ground, show cracks and that will end up with either falling in between the circles its body created, getting squeezed to death in a few seconds, or getting stabbed by its tail with a sharp and deadly needle at its end."

"This… How can we get away from such a thing?!!" one of the white members spoke while he, and the other four fellows of the same level of strength as his, got their faces ashen white out of fear.

The meaning behind Sara's words was clear… Once getting trapped, no one would be able to get out with their lives intact!

"The standard method to escape is by all of us running at the same time," Lang slowly spoke, saying the words many didn't want to say, "few will fall into the trap, and the monster will get busy dealing with at most five of us while the rest will run."

His words were clear, they got to sacrifice five of them to save the rest. Hearing this made everyone fall in deep and heavy silence.

Just moments ago, they were walking and chatting, and even having fun with each other. And now? They were speaking about whom they got to sacrifice to save others' lives.

Who was going to get sacrificed? Who was going to get the chance to live on? At this critical conjuncture, William knew it was going to be a good test to see through the essence of everyone.

It was expected for anyone to want to live, but would his team members accept to survive on the cost of sacrificing others?

"You go ahead," before anyone would say anything, John was the first to speak up, "I… I have an obligation to save William, save everyone."

John was already burdened with his sense of not belonging here from the beginning. And when he was faced with such a tough situation, he didn't hesitate to volunteer.

"No, we should run a lottery," Ibra gave John a deep glance, "let's decide who is going to live and who is going to die using luck and fate."

"This…" one of the five white members took in a deep breath, looking at Berry, Lang, as he came from the Long clan. He paused for a long moment, one that felt like an entire lifetime for him, "I'll take part on behalf of the Long clan's members."

"No, let's do it like Ibra said," Berry felt immense pain when she met that kid's eyes. She agreed with Lang's actions, not to bring sacrifices to save her life in such situations, but to let the kids of her clan see and experience the true terror of the real world.

"We can either let the weakest members of our clans and groups sacrifice themselves for us," the silver grade spirit master brought up by Sara suddenly spoke up, "or we can determine everything using fate and luck. Let's gather up opinions and see who is with which way to solve this crisis."

William was holding his sword, hearing everything behind. At this moment, the bellow of dust that swallowed him got cleared up, and a fierce looking thing appeared clashing with his sword.

It couldn't be described by a head or a tail… The body was cylindrical, and it ended abruptly with a circular end that got smaller circles inside, filled with sharp and ugly looking teeth.

William's sword was fiercely stopping all these teeth that looked like sharp short razors issued at his face from all directions. If his sword failed, or moved a few centimetres away, then his face would get devoured by these teeth.

William was the closest to see this thing quite clearly. There were around twelve circles with many sharp daggers coming at him. And in the middle of all this, an opening appeared with circular thick muscle layering it.

It looked like a mouth, or an anus, or both! but it wasn't like anything these spirit masters saw before.

William knew that if he let go of this monster, then it'd start wildly attacking him and the team, ending up quite bad for all.

Even if he was pinned to his spot, he had to contend with the monstrous strength coming from this weird mouth part, stopping it from getting freed.