Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"This can't keep going on like this…" William muttered while examining the size of the hole he digging team was digging. The hole extended and covered around half of the entire controlled area here, and like this in ten more hours, they'd cover up the entire area. That would be bad if he let things progress this way.

Like this, the frontline masters wouldn't have any room to retreat towards, not to mention he didn't feel like the hidden formation of the floating rocks would be done in just tens of kilometres area. "I have the feeling a one hundred kilometre area must be unearthed and dug to show the entire formation…"

This meant the current area they covered, around forty kilometres, wasn't enough, not even close to enough. "It's time to use it again…" as there was no other option, William waited until the current formations activated by the high-end masters were about to deplete their materials.

Then he acted.

He took his Troll out. The moment that behemoth appeared, everyone could finally heave a sigh of relief. And yet his next shout startled everyone.

"I'll need help this time, Sloth… All come here right now!" He called for twenty masters, with the lead of Sloth. Everyone looked at each other, before looking in one single direction.

"Did you forget my name or what? I'm called Fang!" Fang shouted in a weird tone while feeling much weirder by the looks of everyone towards him.

William used to call for him alongside Sloth as the two first names he'd ever select and shout for. Yet this time, William dropped Fang, and it felt like he was teasing him or something.

"You weren't there when I made it the first time," William shrugged, "Sorry, but you can't be of any help."

"That… Are you for real?!!!" Fang was shocked, but when he saw how William ignored him and focused on others, he couldn't help but feel irritated, "You do know that I can help, right?"

"Not this time," William rolled his eyes, feeling like a headache was coming towards him from this old master, "Like I said, you weren't around when I first built it."

"What's the difference? Add me now and let me help!"

"It's not a list that I'll write your name in!" William glared at the stubborn old man, "If you want to help, then go there and activate a formation. Buy us enough time to activate this thing."

"But I want to help…"

"You want to play," William laughed, "but this time you won't have fun with us."

"..."

For a reason, Fang felt like William was teasing him as if he was speaking to a kid or something. He didn't like it, but he had no control or power to force William to let him in.

"I want to see why you won't let me take part in there," Fang snorted and started to walk towards the frontline, "I'll keep an eye on you, see why you don't let me take part in this!"

William was quite powerless about this. He made the Troll by using the blood of the high-end masters of the kingdom, and the king. So the ones to control the Troll should either be them or anyone with blood ties with them.

Fang wasn't part of the kingdom and wasn't there to donate his blood when he built the Troll. So it was impossible to let him use the Troll or take part in the process of activating it.

"What do you want us to do?" Everyone looked at the growing smaller silhouette of Fang before Sloth asked the most important question.

"Just stand around me, release your spirit power, and leave everything to me," William was considered the highest one with authority here, and that made him the one able to control the Troll.

He didn't try to activate it himself, as this wouldn't get the desired result he wanted. This time, he was going to use close to fifty percent of the Troll's total power, and that meant he was going to release something truly scary.

The next instant he touched the Troll, leaving a bloody imprint over its outer surface. The moment he did that, he motioned for others to release their spirit powers, and soon enough everyone got bathed under blazing fire of different colours.

Yet unlike what used to happen, instead of the spirit powers of all to rage wildly and expand, rise to the sky, they started to move towards the Troll, as if the latter was feeding and sucking them dry.

The pressure everyone felt made them unable to guess how William had done it before. "Rise!" What they didn't know was that William was using a small version of that Troll all the time. And right now, he was releasing the true might of it.

The moment he said the word, the Troll everyone knew so far changed. It started to grow in size as if it was a giant standing from its slumber.

It rose up, reaching one hundred metres tall, looking like a true colossal giant. It moved both arms, following the moves of William's closing one fist, and placing it against the opened palm of the other.

Then things started to change! The high-end masters didn't know how much spirit power this behemoth absorbed from them, but it was colossal without a doubt. Every one of them felt like they depleted one-half of their spirit powers, and many were left with only one-third of their spirit powers.

That was indeed a quite substantial amount of spirit power. Every one of them had spirit powers above twenty thousand mark, and few even were at fifty or more.

They all watched that colossal giant follow William's actions before something started to shine in front of the cupped hands of that giant.