Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

To William, it felt like the golden spirit was trying its best to control things out there, trying to regain control over the disarrayed attack storm outside. And yet it proved to be futile to do this.

*Rumble!*

The entire place echoed with an ear deafening rumble first, then the screen showed four dark silhouettes flashing out from the chaotic storm. It felt like something pressured over the storm, pushed it outwards, clearing everything. And there William and the golden spirit saw the four enemies standing, freed from any entrapping attack.

"They are out," William slowly muttered.

"We are doomed," the golden spirit added. The four spirits they tried their best to contain for the past hours were now out.

"At least they are wounded," William could tell they got many wounds, even the ox spirit got one of its arms chopped off. He couldn't tell what went wrong, but it seemed for the ox and the other three to get freed, they got to pay a price for that.

"Not enough to stop them," the golden spirit didn't agree with William, "this is bad, this is terribly bad…"

William's mind exploded while trying to find a way to solve this situation. From the start, they were on the passive side. Even if his attacks ended up leaving wounds on the bodies of these spirits, it wasn't enough to save their lives.

He didn't get how to kill a spirit yet, and that golden spirit kept its lips shut. William didn't need to have any foresight element or technique to know what was about to happen.

He could already envision the four spirits teaming up, taking down the protective shield no matter how long it'd take. And then they'd come for the two of them, and running away wouldn't be an option.

"It was never an option," William muttered this to himself, while releasing more attacks. He never shifted his gaze away from the screen, and what he feared happened.

The four spirits were wounded, but as the golden spirit said earlier, they weren't in any life threatening situation. That made them shift and move fast, evading any incoming attack the same way that it did before.

It went without saying that the ox explained everything to them and let the other three learn about the right way to handle the incoming attacks. As for undertaking the attacks lightly, the wounds the four of them suffered so far were enough as a reminder to not do that mistake again.

"It's not working," the golden spirit nervously muttered, while his voice stuttered and without being able to speak that short sentence in one go, "we are doomed…"

"We are still alive," William gritted his teeth, "is there any other way to stop them? Any traps installed here?" This was his last straw, or else the two of them had to retreat and leave this place before it was too late.

Thinking about losing his spirit after all this time made William bitter and hopeless. Yet staying alive was much better. "I came all this way with my knowledge and determination, I won't fail to repeat such an accomplishment again."

He said this to himself, trying to prepare himself for the worse. "We need to leave, we need to leave now!" but after one hour, the four spirits were this close from barging through the shield, and the golden spirit already lost its cool.

The two tried to maintain their tacit work and yet failed. The golden spirit crashed and failed to deliver the attacks like always, ending up for William to launch his normal attacks, which didn't cause anything to the four spirits.

The attacks became scarce, low in number, and slow. The moment this happened, the four spirits shifted from being defencive into all offence.

The golden spirit rested for forty minutes, before it regained its activity again. It looked much better, yet it wasn't anything close to its prime condition.

William left it to rest while kept watching the ongoing onslaught from the four spirits. They were ferocious and deadly, and together they started to crack the shield steadily.

The rumblings returned, and when the golden spirit regained its activity again, things were too late to rewind back. William could see cracks at the world he was in, and lots of dust trails kept flowing from many spots.

It was apparent that this place wasn't going to handle the pressure, and the shield would get opened at any given moment. Even when the two regained their former teamwork, nothing new changed.

The four spirits were well aware of the current progress of their assault, and they'd never stop at such a stage. They ignored William's attacks and kept bombarding the shield with everything they got. Even when they got surrounded by the attacks, the ox used its powers to crack this storm of attack clean.

There was no result of their efforts, and that is what made the golden spirit drop the towel and admit defeat.

"We need to leave this place before they'd come in," the golden spirit stressed when he spotted William standing in his place, continuing the barrage of attacks like normal.

"Don't know, but something tells me we won't fall here…"

"Stop daydreaming," the golden spirit shouted, and yet his voice came quite weird with its weakness and exhaustion.

Before William would say anything, an ear deafening roar came from everywhere around. "We are doomed, I am doomed," the golden spirit muttered as it already expected the outcome. To it, death was near, and it closed its eyes and senses, prepared to fall down here.

And yet at such a critical moment, and with such a response, the golden spirit missed something grand! A new change happened, something that even it forgot totally about.

"They are here," William said what the golden spirit already was aware of, and yet something was strange about this statement. William's tone wasn't anyway depressed or burdened with fear. Instead, it felt like William was joyfully shouting, celebrating a victory or something.