"I shall try it out then," Zin focused on what William told him, turned to the closest clone, defended against the brutal incoming attack while feeling few bones in his body break.
These clones weren't a joke. It was shocking enough to know that each one of them wasn't that far off him in terms of spirit power. Only thanks to the limitations of techniques and elements, being clones with slightly slowed down reflexes, he'd not survive for all this time.
Once he accepted such a hit, he clenched his fist and endured the pain. He already broke his right arm before and didn't have time to heal anything.
"F*ck off!" he shouted in rage, while landing a pure physical punch over that crystal. The clone was too close to him and didn't have enough reflexive speed to evade or defend his strike.
*Crack!*
It felt like he hit a thing made out of pure glass or something. The crystals he struggled all this time to even leave a dent or a scratch over it before cracked with his punch.
Spider Web-like cracks spread fast before the entire crystal shattered. With this, the clone faded away as if it was made out of fog or something.
"It works!" Zin didn't care about the pain he felt from this punch, turned around while gazing at the other nine clones in an evil way, "your turn, and thanks for the trouble you caused me so far!"
Zin didn't hesitate and threw himself over these nine, starting a brutal wave of fighting against them. With each punch of his, he smashed one clone after another, slowly reducing the pressure over him.
As there were only three left, he took one elixir out and gulped its content. He didn't suffer from spirit power depletion problems like William, but he was wounded internally more than what appeared on the surface.
He felt like this battle was way too heated up than what he thought. So he didn't lower his guard or take things lightly anymore. As his body started to slowly heal, he took care of the remaining three, suffering little wounds in return.
Then it was time for him to gulp more elixirs, while weeping the thin layer of sweat that appeared on his forehead. "It feels like I really grew old," he laughed on how miserable he was currently, before turning towards William.
"This youth… He is indeed something…" Zin then changed the calm look on his face, turned all serious, "I swear such kindness will be repaid double… Just watch, you bastards."
Zin was now sure the useless method William told him about before was working. Or else these enemies wouldn't be this adamant at stopping him.
He knew he couldn't touch them per William's previous words. So he focused more on laying down more formations, adding more pressure over them.
During the past battle, lots of formations he laid before got ruined. So he worked harder, taking such tasks quite seriously, using his full spirit power, going full out.
He used wind techniques to make his speed faster, flashing around like he was teleporting around. In the next five minutes, he replaced the formations that got damaged, and started adding more.
The pressure that lessened over the Mutants returned again. And this time, it seemed their enemy started to work harder thanks to what they did.
They knew like William that once they stepped into this formation, they got to finish it first before doing anything else. That meant they got their hands tied behind their backs here. And soon enough more pressure started to accumulate thanks to the newly added formations.
Out of desperation, they had no other choice but to finish this formation fast or else they'd get killed. William knew the least thing they'd suffer right now would be a great deal of weakening thanks to all the pressure placed over them.
And that was his goal from the start. He wanted them to get squeezed and cornered, before deciding to put an early and haste end to the formation.
As this was happening, the dark green fog around William got cleared fast. The spear didn't release more fog, and with Charley's help things started to look better.
Charley worked from one end, and the Purifying Bead also worked from another to tear down this fog fast. William didn't have spirit sense, so his only way to know if the fog got cleared or not was by assessing this using the sizzling sounds.
He was already training, so he paused from time to time to check over things. He got used to days and weeks of training, so he had to make sure to voluntarily pause the training and check the sounds around for a few seconds.
It took around half an hour to clear most of the fog. This didn't give him enough time to heal himself, barely enough to let him fight one last battle.
Yet against what he expected, Zin's actions enraged the Mutants and placed much pressure on them faster than William thought.
So, this battle wasn't going to be just against the two masters surrounded by the purifying white fog, it was going to be a grand one against all of the enemies here.
"The fog cleared fast… Does that mean he is dead?" Richard was standing by Rick's side, feeling extremely scared.
Just in the middle of all this, he took out a weapon and tried to touch the dark green fog assaulting the white one around. He took out a long spear, and when he retracted it, he found a great part of it showing holes and gaps, even missing the final blade piece.
He didn't let his spear get in contact with that fog for more than a few seconds, yet the spear ended up in such a poor state.
That totally scared him. He heard from Rick about how deadly this fog was. But he never thought it was this lethal.
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