Silence lasted for almost half a minute, and he tried to listen to anything echoing in his mind but couldn't get any. And all of sudden, it felt like a bad signal reached him, ending up hearing the intermittent voice of someone he recognised on the spot.
[Bo… Boss… Is… I… Is that… Yo… You?!!!]
The voice of Ibra came shaky, weak, and covered up with lots of noises like wind. William almost squeezed the Bullet of everyone he was holding in both hands, close from ruining them.
"I can't clearly hear you, so let's get it short. I'm here, and there are lots of places around. Can you use anything to let me know where you are? Any light techniques or attacks with extremely flashing lights or something?"
William wanted anything to identify their whereabouts. [W… We c… We can try…] Ibra's voice became weaker and weaker, and that made William a bit restless.
"This damn wind! It's not enough to stop the spirit sense but also interferes with the Bullets!"
William started to focus his spirit sense around, trying to locate the wind bubble with the flares. Yet after a few minutes, nothing happened. "Are you doing it or what?" he asked again, holding all the Bullets in his hands.
For a reason, only Ibra's Bullet was the one working.
[W… We… We are… doi… n it!]
Ibra's voice came unclear at first, then after a few more attempts, he heard bits and pieces of it. William shook his hands as if he was trying to instigate these Bullets to work better.
[We are trying… A… Are tr… har…]
"Wait a minute… This…" William paused as he was walking around while speaking with Ibra. During this time, he was focusing his spirit sense to detect any change at the entire back of this monster. And that made him miss the tiny detail that he just noticed.
"The sound comes clearer at some spots, and gets interrupted when I walk away from these… Don't tell me the closer I am to their place the clearer the sound is…"
Just when he realised this, he started to run a few tests. And soon enough, he found his theory to be correct. "Just keep speaking, don't stop until I find you," he gladly said, while moving around in different directions.
As he told him, Ibra kept speaking and his voice was now the compass guiding William towards their location.
The first thing he did was to locate the general spot to search at. It took him roughly two hours to do so, then he started to narrow down this area. He spent five more hours doing so until he finally pinpointed seven possible windstorms where his team would be entrapped.
"I have seven possible locations, and nothing you did inside appeared from the wind surrounding you. So wait for me and I'll check one windstorm after another…"
William had no other option but to do so. As he narrowed down his options to just seven, he randomly selected one and started using his cannonball move one time after another.
Before he started doing this, he marked these seven using arrays that would issue faint lights. He used these to not mess with the seven windstorms. And armed with his past experience in getting out, he started getting in.
"What the hell is that?!!!"
The moment he walked through one prison, he stood stupefied in front of a scene he never expected to meet, "This… This is a graveyard!!!"
In front of William, another space appeared which was surrounded with fierce wind gales. Yet from the bones that filled the ground instead of the soft back of the monster, he could tell how many masters and monsters fell here on the hands of this wind.
"She wasn't lying…" William muttered after moving his eyes around for a few minutes, "this wind is really toxic and deadly…"
William never took the words of Anjie to heart; not like how she described the wind to be quite deadly and poisonous. He still thought that someone must have interfered and added toxin to the king's meals, ending up showing these symptoms and falling ill.
The evidence in front of him was solid, and he couldn't help but move and check these bones and the entire region out.
"This… These bones are filled with a weird amount of spirit power… Weird…" William just touched one of the thick bones near him, and the moment he did so he felt like he touched a hot metal rod or something.
"It's better to take everything with me, instead of leaving them to rot here like this," William once noticed how special these bones were and didn't hold himself back.
He tried to cut down these bones using his sword, and yet he failed. The only result he got was for his dark gold grade sword, armed up with his gold grade spirit power and infused with his mixed fox and snake body spirit form to end up with many indentations on the sharp edge.
If he continued trying, he'd end up ruining this sword. He lost his top-grade weapons recently, and these were only replacements. If he lost any, he'd end up having much worse gears and weapons.
So, he simply touched the bones, endured the excruciating pain, and stored them inside the lots of rings he got.
He kept releasing his cannonball move all the time, but he didn't aim to push the wind further away like he did before. Instead, he kept walking around, collecting more bones, until he finally cleared this area.
He spent hours doing so, and yet he wasn't feeling any impulse or anything. He collected lots of bones, enough to fill up the content of four rings totally to the brim and part of the fifth.
"Time to visit other places," William then spent another hour to get out of this prison. Then he went towards another windstorm and started clearing its content.
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