Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1521: A Race Against time!

"Let him come! I want to fight and kill him myself!" The leader roared back, his spirit power flaring with a violent, reckless light. He was more interested in blind revenge than the strategic win.

His shout forced William to stop in his tracks. William turned back to face the man, his expression cold and his voice carrying the weight of a real formidable master.

"Listen to me," William's calm, steady voice was perfectly heard by everyone on the battlefield, including the leader. It acted like a splash of cold water.

"We aren't ready to fight that bastard head-on right now! We lack a lot of things—the power, the numbers, and the proper preparations. Until the right time comes, we need to bide our time and keep weakening him by taking away his toys.

So, take down those clones, vent your rage on them, and then send your people to help me take over the world. Taking this world away from that bastard is a bigger blow to his plans than wishing to fight a losing battle against the real thing."

William didn't stand in his place for even one second more. The moment the Blue Purgator leader acknowledged what he said, William dashed toward the distant horizon, his body leaving a trail of shimmering spirit energy in his wake.

Even though he had spoken in calm words, those words had left a deep impact inside the hearts of everyone who heard him—especially the leader of the Purgators.

"He is indeed an eccentric fellow," the leader muttered, shaking his head and hating himself more for admitting it. He looked at the chaos around him, watching his elite warriors tear into the Fox clones.

"Yet he is right! We are still far away from being ready to fight the real thing. To rush into a battle with the true body now would be nothing more than a grandiose suicide. Thank you, young master, from a lower realm. You've saved our lives twice so far—once from the monsters, and once from our own pride!"

William didn't hear what the leader said. He was already miles away, his mind entirely focused on a singular purpose. As the clones of the Fox appeared, the board had changed irrevocably. It meant the real entity was now well aware of exactly what William was doing here. The time for subtle infiltration was over.

"Your mistake, like always, is arrogance!" William muttered to himself, his breath hitching as he pushed his spirit power to their absolute limit.

He began laying down formations at a speed he had never attempted before. His hands moved in a blur, spears, needles and formation flags flying into the ground with the precision of a grandmaster and the velocity of a storm.

He hadn't pushed himself like this earlier because there had been no immediate need to risk spiritual exhaustion; plus, he had wanted to wait and see how his enemies planned to retaliate before overextending himself.

But the response had come from an enemy he never truly expected to show up this early: the Fox itself. This world was far more than William had initially surmised. It wasn't just a trap to kill the Purgators.

It wasn't just a central hub to facilitate the end of many lower realms through the monster gates and endless swarms of Scarlet Bears. It was a gathering spot—a spiritual nursery and a nexus for all the Fox clones.

William realised now how unique and vital this place was for his deadliest enemy's grand design. Without this Medium World hub, the Fox would lose its primary access point to the hundreds, even thousands, of clones it was currently cultivating across the lower realms.

If William severed this connection, those clones would be stranded, deprived of the means they needed to mature and ascend to the upper realm.

In return, the Fox would lose its ability to grow stronger through the harvest and would stagnate at its current power level. For a being that thrived on eternal expansion, that would be a death blow to its future ambitions.

The more he thought about it, the more he realised the absolute necessity of taking this world away from his enemy. He didn't spare a single glance back at the ongoing, cruel battle between the clones and the Blue Purgators masters. He had to be the one to seal the heart of the world. And he needed to do it fast!

As William went to work with every ounce of his spirit, he didn't see the shift that occurred on the battlefield behind him. After he moved, the Fox clones seemed to grow frantic and crazy! The cold nature they usually displayed vanished, replaced by a desperate, hive-mind insanity.

They didn't even look at the Blue Purgators anymore. They didn't even care about the Purgator leader—the very man they had been lured here to assassinate.

Instead, they turned all their combined efforts towards one goal only: killing William.

At first, the change wasn't clearly apparent to the Purgators. But as an hour passed, the pattern became undeniable. More and more clones began emerging from many gates, coming from different directions, trying to evade the large number of Blue Purgator warriors.

They weren't fighting; they were sprinting. They ignored the swords at their backs and the spears through their chests, all of them lunging toward the coordinates where William was working.

"Interesting," even the leader of the Purgators found it amusing and deeply weird. He stood atop a dead fox copy, his sword dripping with the clone's blood. "Even when I'm standing right in front of you, you dare to prioritise someone else over me? Am I no longer worth your attention?"

If it had happened at any other time, to any other master, the leader's ego would have been bruised, and he would have grown mad with perceived insult. But he knew the real value of William. Seeing the Fox's desperation only served to validate his trust in the young man.