Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1525: The Firefighters

"Great," Fang grunted, his eyes already scanning the horizon for the most concentrated clusters of the enemy.

"I’ll pick Becky to lead from our side on the ground; she’s got a nose for where the line is about to buckle. I’ll take the top of the castle to handle the long-distance rain. I’m going to handpick the strongest we’ve got, and I suggest you do the same. We don’t have room for dead weight today."

Fang didn’t stand still for a single moment afterwards. He began shouting the last part of his instructions over his shoulder while already sprinting back toward the Fox Guild’s central command. The Purgator leader stood momentarily speechless, flanked by his most trusted high-tier masters who looked equally baffled.

"Why does it feel like I’m taking orders from a lower-realm master now?!" The leader shook his head, a rough, self-deprecating laugh bubbling up from his chest. "It seems William’s influence has seeped into everyone around him! That boy breeds monsters, not just masters.

Anyway, quit gawking! Spread the orders. Pick the elites from our squads and move the long-distance specialists to the castle battlements. I don’t know the true depth of these masters William has bred, so let’s assume they might need us to carry the heavy lifting. Let’s show them how the upper realm handles a siege!"

The leader liked the logic of the plan, but he remained sceptical about the raw power of the Fox Guild. In his mind, their timely arrival was a blessing of numbers, a meat shield to shoulder the pressure.

To him, they were still just cultivators from an inferior plane fighting monsters from an even lower one. He expected them to be competent, perhaps even brave, but not transcendent.

Yet, over the next few hours, the leader would receive the shock of his life. The outstanding performance and sheer lethality of the Fox Guild’s elite units would redefine his understanding of "lower realm" potential forever.

What the Purgator leader didn’t see was the internal mobilisation Fang triggered. When the old warrior retreated, he didn’t just pick names; he ignited a fire. He went to the faction leaders, William’s inner circle, and told them it was time to stop playing defence. He asked the girls to step up, each gathering the "elites of elites" from their respective factions to form the specialised firefighter groups.

One group was led by Anjie, her royal bearing transformed into a cold, clinical aura of execution. Another was led by Lara, who moved through the monster tide like a shadow in a slaughterhouse. Other groups were spearheaded by Sara, Berry, and Lina, in addition to Becky’s ground-vanguard. These were the people who viewed William’s safety as their sole reason for breathing.

The ferocity with which they fought was beyond anything the Purgators had witnessed. Armed to the teeth with William’s custom-forged deadly weapons and quivers full of explosive spirit arrows, they didn’t just hold the line; they erased it.

They were like mobile slaughterhouses, moving with a synchronised brutality that turned the "infinite" monster tide into piles of ash and severed limbs.

But the surprises weren’t limited to the ground. Fang gave the Purgator leader an even bigger shock from above.

As the floating castle descended to its lower hovering altitude, Fang took his position on the highest spire. Reports quickly reached the leader about the old man’s performance.

Fang wasn’t just throwing sparks; he was using a very advanced, multi-layered formation to augment his lightning element, a technique that was whispered to be a "Lost Art" even in the annals of the upper realm.

The leader didn’t need to ask who had taught Fang such a thing. William was the only suspect, a boy who seemed to hand out forbidden knowledge like common candy.

Fang’s lightning began to rain down from the floating castle, turning the obsidian fortress into a literal storm-cloud of death. The damage he caused and the kill count he racked up were staggering, nearly equaling the combined output of the Purgators’ hand-picked elite specialists.

While the Purgator masters, even the fastest among them, required roughly twenty seconds to chant, circulate their spirit power, and launch a single high-tier technique, Fang was a relentless battery. He unleashed a non-stop barrage of violet lightning, scorching the monsters below into carbonised husks before they could even scream.

Thanks to this overwhelming coordinated effort, the crushing pressure that had weighed on the frontlines for hours finally began to ebb. The "firefighter" groups had successfully thinned the herd before it could reach the inner circle.

As Fang had predicted, this created a crucial window, a mandatory period of respite for the masters who had been fighting until their spirits were frayed. The Purgator leader didn’t hesitate to capitalise on it.

"Divide the forces!" the leader commanded, his voice amplified by the castle’s arrays. "Half will maintain the rotation and keep fighting, while the other half rests for a couple of hours to replenish their spirit pools. Then we shift! We keep the wall fresh!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The orders were well-received by all, but a strange phenomenon occurred. While the Purgator masters immediately moved to utilise the rest period, the elite of the Fox Guild didn’t budge.

For them, there was no such thing as "off-duty" while their guild master was in the middle of the storm. As long as William was in even the slightest danger, they wouldn’t dare consider closing their eyes.

Instead of resting, the Fox Guild elites took the slight lifting of pressure as an opportunity to counterattack. They pushed the frontlines forward, expanding the safety zone further into the grey wastes, effectively doubling the buffer around William.

They fought with a terrifying, cult-like devotion that made the Purgators’ leader realise he wasn’t just looking at an army, he was looking at a force of nature bound by the will of a single man.

The news had already spread across the entire battlefield about the reason this crazy war had erupted in the first place. It was all thanks to William’s actions and threats towards the Fox monster, which the latter responded with such fervent war and monster tides.