This Mystic Art would allow him to take anything of worth from them, and add these up to himself. Right at this mont, he felt how scary these Mystic Arts were. Just one art was used, and all of his enemies lost tons of their powers and abilities. As for himself, he gained all of what they lost.
He didn't know how much he'd gain, or if any of this would reflect on the real world. But he was sure his enemies would look like babies in front of him when he finished.
"This is taking longer than I expected…" At first, William thought such a process wouldn't take longer than a few minutes. Yet he stayed there for a few hours, and these whispers were still coming towards him, "Shall I move and approach them or what?"
He tried but felt like his wheel was fixed in its place by a higher force. He sighed when he felt this, knowing there was no point in trying again.
He had to wait until this process would be over, no matter how long it might take. His main concern was about the enemies back there. He knew his formation would last for three hours at most, and hoped for Fang to co and protect him.
In fact, he didn't need to worry at all. The mont he started his Mystic Art, his enemies lost the power to move around, just as he lost his ability to move. Even when Fang's lightning attack stopped coming, nothing happened as the enemies kept standing in their places, while the sa golden hye kept surrounding them.
William didn't know that when he changed the fate and destiny of his enemies, the Golden Star spirit was taking its share of this loot as well. And that was in return for lending such help to him, keeping the enemies bound by the Mystic Art force.
If William had done it alone, then things would have been much different. He was dealing with hundreds of enemies, all were quite special, and all got enough support from Fate and Destiny World to fight back.
If he did it alone, he'd have ended up losing control over more than half of them. They wouldn't just let him continue what he was doing, would have interfered, even at the cost of suffering great backlash from the Fate and Destiny world.
The end result would have been disastrous for him and them. That was why that golden spirit interfered, and that was why it was sharing the gains with William.
Even if the latter knew about all this, he'd not object. He just wanted to weaken his enemies, and that gain was simply a bonus.
The biggest gain William was looking for was the expected support he'd get to fate and destiny support. Even if there were such scary Mystic Arts out there that could evade the protection and directly impact his fate and destiny, he was still eager to strengthen his protection even further.
After all, such scary arts weren't that common and were quite rare actually. Out of the scrolls he read, and from the tons of arts he learnt of, only less than ten Mystic Arts existed that could do sothing without suffering the backlash from this world.
As he was strangled inside that world, Fang was feeling puzzled and confused. The lightning formation gave up its last attack an hour ago. Then he feared what William feared.
Yet after the absence of his lightning attacks, the enemies didn't move a muscle. He thought they were feigning it, to make him leave before finishing off William. But then he tried to attack and kill them and ended up with absolute failure.
"They are untouchable, unable to move… What's that weird technique he used? Is this an art? What does an art even an?!!"
Fang was getting more questions than answers. And yet he knew he had to ask William to clarify all this, instead of squeezing his brain to find an impossible answer.
"It's better for to go back and help…" he checked everything and everyone before deciding to head back. The enemies were fixed in their places, unable to move a finger. They weren't sleeping, weren't imrsed in the sa world William was in. They kept watching Fang while moving their eyes left and right. And the latter knew this was the most hated fate he'd ever dread for his enemies to suffer.
Standing right there and waiting for their fate to be decided by their sworn enemy? That was the hellish tornt anyone would suffer ever in their lives.
The battle back there was still bloody and brutal. The enemies were standing like tall mountains in front of the masters, trying their best to stop the inevitable.
The king and other high-end masters knew this was going to end up in their favour. And so they started to care more about limiting the losses on their side, especially after Fang's return.
The latter sumd up what happened, telling them that William was successfully dealing with the enemy leaders without any need for help from anyone. They just had to focus on the last stretch of enemies here, kill everyone, and wait for his return.
The king and others wanted to know more details, but Fang was clear that William used sothing he didn't even get. When he ntioned the words of Mystic Arts, Sloth instantly recognised this, alongside Anjie and other masters who joined the Fox guild.
Anjie was about to explain things, but Sloth was a half-beat faster than her. Then she realised that Sloth didn't get much about this mysterious world, didn't get what they did over there, or how mystical that world was.
In the end, she decided to keep her mouth shut. If William wanted to tell the world about that, he'd do it himself. As for others, they got a glimpse of what Mystic Arts ant, yet they didn't fully grasp the entire aning and value of that place.
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