At some point, the enemies loosened their grip at the frontline. All of the high-end enemies suddenly stopped coming, and the weak enemies appeared again to take the front.
"They want to lure us to expand the area we control…" The king and other high-end masters saw directly through such a scheme and didn't fall for it. They exerted much control over others, to not let themselves get carried by the heat of battle and expand outwards.
Soon enough, the scary enemies returned again. When the enemy leaders did such a trick failed, they returned to send their top elites to the frontline. And this time, they sent lots of them, enough to put immense pressure on the high-end masters.
The king even felt at such moments that they wouldn't succeed in defending the area anymore. He started to arrange things at the base, knowing that they were going to return back to point zero.
Yet this time things were different. They weren't going to fight the enemies over an open space like before, as they built lots of defences and laid tons of traps and arrays all over the place.
If they retreated, it'd be like returning to the castle, fortifying there, and fighting the enemies under better conditions.
Yet when the king saw how his masters stood tall against the enemies, he revoked such thought. He decided to keep holding these peaks, giving the enemies a hard time.
Things weren't that easy for the enemies. To get to the peaks, they had to climb their way up to it. Even if they tried to build bridges as well, using the help of the dark masters, they faced great resistance from the masters stationed at the top.
The deadly battles happened all across the valleys in between the peaks. These were quite bloody and brutal, as most of the high-end enemies were gathered there.
Enemies tried their best to control the peaks, push the masters back, and try to force them to retreat to the base area. And yet they failed in doing so for hours.
The more time passed, the more confidence built up in the spirits of these masters. They were taken aback by the sudden rise in the strength and numbers of their enemies. But all of this was gone by the second day.
They accepted their role to defend these few peaks and forgot nothing about the peaks they lost already. They kept fighting and defending the peaks until something happened on the fifty day.
William was still training all this time like others, absorbing spirit power as much as they could. By the first day, they finished using his formations, and they had to train normally since then.
The moment they did that, they started to notice the great disparity and difference between sucking spirit power. They felt like they left a shooting star, and boarded a snail instead!
Yet they had nothing to complain about. They all knew how valuable and pricey the materials William used to build up these formations with. So they wouldn't go over the line, ask him to just make these formations for them to suck the spirit power around a bit faster.
Not to mention such formations were real killers! They shouldn't waste this on doing this.
In the middle of all this, and after six days, something new happened!
The enemies didn't try to come at the golden spirit power cloud anymore. It might have taken them a long time to do this, but the leaders decided to throw everything over the battle up ground.
The moment they decided that they let everything coming out from the two gates pass through the holes in the ceiling, pass through the same tunnels William and others passed through, before ending up at the surface.
This was a game-changing moment for the king and masters up there. They were already used to fighting the densely packed enemies, almost growing numb to the endless rows of enemies coming in their direction.
In the middle of all this, they lowered their guard totally about the central plains, the base. The first batches of monsters and dark masters that came to the surface were all high-end stage, and that meant one thing; massacre!
The moment the enemies appeared in the heart of the existing force of masters, everything started to turn into chaos. The king was luckily at the frontlines, checking on the ongoing battles there, or else he'd have fallen back there.
"This… They came from the same place Anjie, Sloth, William, and others went to… Don't tell me…" the king had many wild thoughts running through his mind. And for a moment there, he imagined the worst.
"No, she can't be dead, she won't be," he tightly clenched his fists, while everyone around was at a loss of what to say about the current situation.
"Spread out my orders, the masters back there must take over the defences, activate the arrays and traps… As for others, half will keep supporting the existing battle against the outer enemies, and the rest will move to help stop the incoming enemies from underground…"
The king didn't finish his words before more enemies appeared from various places. Yet he didn't change anything. He let masters down there fight to protect their lives, using the already built defences, while activating all the formations and traps.
The first clash that ended with lots of losses was stopped abruptly by his swift orders. Then the enemies started to flood the entire flat grounds, while the king was watching the ongoing weird battles down there from the peak he was standing on.
The masters managed to claim most of the defences. And when they activated the arrays and traps, things started to cool a little at their end.
But that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
After a few hours, the entire base that was previously controlled by masters was now filled with tons of enemies. In the middle of all this, masters down below were surrounded from all directions inside the small forts they built before, looking like small islands gathered in the middle of a grand sea.
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