As for those who were slightly away from him, they'd end up having severe damage inside their bodies. The same fate any mid stage dark gold master would experience as well.
That wasn't enough for William, wasn't enough to satisfy the boiling rage running inside his veins. The moment his enemies turned into living statues, he started to flash, switching gears, and started to accelerate again.
This time he didn't limit his dashes in the narrow empty area he got but moved beyond the blockade of the turtles.
*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*
He didn't need to charge up his technique to take them down. He just dashed forward, used his technique one time after another, releasing torrents of attacks.
At the same time, his flying weapons started to flash around, cleaving more lives, adding more wounds to those who didn't suffer much from this sound attack.
With each hit, he released part of his anger with it. With hacking the bodies of his enemies, he felt he was avenging Smith properly.
One turtle after another started to fall on the ground, with the real dark masters' bodies appearing next. They got hit badly, and lost control over their spirits. And once that happened, they always found the flying weapons of William coming mercilessly towards them, cleaving their heads, hacking their bodies in several spots.
They were petrified to scream or plea for mercy. Yet the look on their faces was enough to tell the audience the true magnitude of horror they each felt.
In the audience's eyes, this wasn't a battle anymore, but a one-sided massacre, where a single fox was butchering one thousand strong dark masters.
William focused mainly on taking down these turtles first but hit a few of the close by dark masters behind if he got the chance as well. Without these turtles, the entire formation of the enemy would get ruined, and they wouldn't pose any threat to him.
So, he started a spree of killing among these turtles, hitting one by one using his Holy Sword technique, killing everyone either by his sword, or by his flying weapons that followed his sword the next moment.
This might seem to take long to happen, but in fact William didn't waste a single moment without moving around and killing. So in less than five minutes, he already killed all the turtles, all except for one.
"I'll leave you for later," William passed by this leader, even patting his head as if he was reassuring him or something. William intended to make this fellow feel terror before ending up his life in the same way he did to Smith.
"Your turn!" By this time passing, the ones at the back started to jolt free from the sound spell he casted on them. One by one broke free, coughed several times, coughing up blood from the damage their inner organs suffered. Even many of them couldn't keep themselves standing anymore, had to lean on the ground, supporting themselves on four, and even several fell on the ground, lying powerlessly there.
But there were still a hundred or so who were at the far back, and they looked a bit better than their friends. William gave these better-looking ones a glance, before waving his arm and his flying weapons acted.
They came for them, giving them a scare. The weapons chased after these dark masters, who activated their darkness element, started to nimbly evade these weapons to the best of their abilities.
No matter how hard they tried, they ended up suffering lots of wounds. And at the same time, lots of explosions erupted around as William kept killing the sitting ducks one by one, taking his time, doing it slowly, while turning to look at that turtle leader from time to time.
William was slowly tormenting that dark master, letting him see how he killed his team without showing any mercy, without struggling, without even suffering a single wound or scratch!
After he got done with the sitting ducks, he turned his attention towards the scared dark masters at the rear. They already knew they were going to die and tried their best to run away from the arena at any cost.
Yet the boss of the arena cut all the paths leading out, left not even a hole for them to crawl through. At the end, William killed all of them, and only that fellow remained.
"Come on! I know you are in the mid rank of dark gold grade," William planted his glaive on the ground, leant over it, and kept looking at that dark master in a vicious way.
William had to wait for five more minutes before that dark leader coughed up blood, broke free from the spell casted on him, and then his body landed on the ground.
It was easy to handle and counter anything as long as it was known. The sound element was so rare that it was a mystery to most of the spirit masters in the world. So, it wasn't a surprise for any of the dark ones here to fail in breaking fast from its freezing effect.
"You… You… You are going to die horribly…"
"Shut up!" William snorted, coldly looking at this dark leader before adding, "I didn't let you live this long to just say such nonsense. Tell me, who is the one behind all this? Who is your master?"
"Cough! Cough! I prefer to die to tell you… Cough! This way, I'm sure he'll tear your body apart, kill you with a snap of his fingers… Cough! Cough!"
That dark master didn't look well. He was standing close to William when the latter released his sound attack. And like that, he got hurt badly, with lots of organs damaged right now.
If not for him being at mid stage of dark gold grade, he'd have already been dead like the rest.
"Hmm… It's not like I'm without an option here," William shrugged, "die then, and go to serve my Smith in the afterlife."
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