Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"Two attacks won't give you much time to recuperate," the golden spirit knew his part here, an auxiliary and supportive role. He couldn't help William except in channelling his attacks using his unique form of power, turning them into something deadly to any spirit.

It wasn't just William who was acting, the golden spirit was. And it wasn't just William who got tired, the golden spirit was. And yet the difference between the two's levels of fatigue was like the distance between sky and ground.

"I need to find another way… If I have my rings, I could have used my elixirs and potions to cleanse my fatigue…" William knew the crux of all this was him getting tired, and that could be easily solved by the potions and elixirs he had.

Yet in this world, he wasn't with his real body. That made him unable to solve this problem.

"It's not a physical fatigue, it's something you won't get," yet the golden spirit said something that made William more puzzled, "don't ask, if you have a speck of strength left, just use it to heal."

William couldn't refute that, so he kept all his thoughts and guesses to himself and started training. It might be impractical to train as his spirit power wasn't depleted or affected, but doing so would also heal his body faster.

But as William thought and feared, after three more tries, he couldn't even stand straight to perform the third strike.

"Didn't you have that lightning formation?" out of the blue, the golden spirit said.

"I'm glad you were watching me doing all this cool stuff, however as you can see…" William slowly and heavily raised his two arms, "I don't have a single ring here."

"Again you are thinking in human terms and logic, wrong," the golden spirit calmly corrected William.

"How can I make an array without materials then?!' Yet what it said didn't help in clearing anything for William.

"Just imagine having these, and let me do the rest," the golden spirit didn't explain anymore, and simply stuck to silence even when William asked for more clarification.

In the end, William had to go with what crazy words that spirit said. He didn't get what was going on, but he imagined having rings and such materials, and started to dig the ground and place the materials at their specific spots.

Weirdly enough, after digging a few holes, he could feel some sort of bond forming between these holes. He looked back, and could see swirls of golden and black dots around every hole.

"What are you doing? Don't stop! We have no time for that!" The golden spirit urged William to continue, and the latter was about to ask and demand an explanation except when that spirit's voice came much weaker than ever.

It was clear that something was done by this spirit, and it was consuming too much power off it. So William continued, imagining the materials he needed until he finally completed the formation.

It wasn't a big formation, actually it was in the size of any normal array. However, thanks to the great impact such an array would cause, it was considered a formation instead.

William tried to inspect the holes he was making, tried to see what was going on by the golden spirit, yet he couldn't find anything abnormal. The holes didn't look any much different than empty ones until he covered them again and left to dig another spot.

He noticed though that after digging three holes, something would be born, something would activate the holes and bring difference to them. He wanted nothing else but to go back and dig these holes again, check what happened there, what went wrong.

And yet he didn't have any time for any of that. On the screen, it was clear that the four spirits that came here were about to break free from the storm he created. The attacks stopped as he had to dig the holes, and the four spirits were this close from breaking free any moment now.

"Start activating this toy of yours, we got no time!'' The golden spirit could guess what was in William's mind, so it had to shout and alarm William against doing this.

It didn't need to, as William kept an eye over the screen. He didn't have the sense to see everything, but he never dropped an eye over that screen.

"On it," William started using his lightning technique, releasing a bolt of lightning while standing in the formation. The entire formation lit up, and tons of lightning arcs came out.

Yet it was half a beat slow. One spirit managed to get away from the encirclement of the storm, just in time to evade the newly incoming lightning storm.

It was an ox-shaped spirit, and the moment it went out from the first storm, it didn't stop and kept flashing right and left. It had a behemoth body, one that looked like a small hill. And yet it kept flashing and moving around like it was as light as a feather.

The story was different for the other three spirits. They weren't as lucky as the ox, got engulfed into a barrage of lightning bolts that made it more impossible to catch a single glimpse of them.

"One is out," William shouted, "what can we do?"

"Fck that Ox! He is fcking annoying!" the golden spirit seemed well aware of that enemy, "we can't get him as long as he is moving around like this. Luckily, he can't attack while moving, so the moment he'd stop to attack, we'd come for him."

"You do know how my formation works, right?" William paused, while releasing one more wave of attacks, "should I use the slow mode of the turbo one?"

"The slow one indeed," the golden spirit sighed, "you won't be able to maintain it while attacking continuously. You have to get rest in between. Luckily, you'll need to attack once then rest for ten minutes."