William himself didn't slow down. Even with only eight monsters left in his imdiate vicinity—six to guard the groups and two to act as his personal hounds—he remained a whirlwind of destruction.
His spirit tails whipped through the air like bladed lashes, while his arrows found the throats of enemy mages from impossible distances.
"Keep pushing forward! Do not let them breathe!" Becky's voice rang out, but even she could feel the grind. Despite the monster assigned to her elite group, the enemy was simply too dense.
For every master they cut down, three more seed to erge from the smoke. The stabilise-and-counter strategy of the enemy was working; the initial fire of the Fox Guild's charge was beginning to et the cold, hard reality of attrition.
She spotted the monsters William had sent out earlier, and for a mont, she felt a pang of frustration.
To her, it looked like William was spreading his strength too thin. Instead of concentrating his beasts to break the primary blockades, he had scattered them in a pattern that seed to lack a focal point.
What is he doing? she thought, parrying a spear thrust and countering with a decapitating swing of her glaive. We need a breakthrough, not a periter.
The pressure mounted. The Fox Guild masters began to tire, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as the spirit-toxin in the air—however faint—began to sap their endurance.
Becky felt the montum stalling. She prepared to give the order to fall back into a defensive shell, fearing that their overextended line was about to be encircled.
But William had been waiting for this exact mont of exhaustion.
At his unspoken command, the thirty monsters he had hidden in the rear finally revealed themselves.
The arrangent was bizarre: of each group of three, one monster suddenly sprinted back toward Becky's location, a second dashed horizontally toward the next group of monsters, and the third remained stationary, planting itself like an immovable pillar and slaughtering everything within reach.
Becky watched the manoeuvres with a stunned, confused expression. It looked like a chaotic dance—monsters crisscrossing the battlefield in a way that further weakened their individual impact. To any other strategist, it would have looked like William had finally lost control of his summons.
But then, the geotry of the move beca clear. As the monsters reached their designated coordinates, the air between them began to thrum with a familiar, terrifying frequency.
The monsters weren't just fighting; they were acting as the living anchors for a massive, city-wide spiritual net.
The realisation hit Becky like a thunderbolt. William wasn't trying to win a battle of brute strength—he was turning the entire city into a giant, lethal formation, using his monsters as the moving nodes.
The first tactical surprise ca from the monsters William had deployed toward the ten disparate groups of masters.
To Becky's confusion, William hadn't sent a single beast in her direction, nor toward the centre of the fray. She initially assud he had simply run out of steam—that his stable of fifty monsters was his final card.
She was wrong. William still held fifty monsters in reserve, and his silence was rely the preamble to a slaughter.
When the fresh wave of monsters reached their designated targets, they didn't just attack; they executed a manoeuvre of terrifying precision.
As a new monster reached a group already aided by one of William's earlier beasts, the two creatures exchanged a look of tacit, predatory understanding. Without a single wasted motion, they tore through the imdiate enemy ranks before splitting—one veering East, the other West.
As this pattern repeated across the entire theatre of war, the tactical intent beca clear: William was cleaving the thick, suffocating ranks of the enemy army like a hot blade through wax.
The main bulk of the opposing force was being systematically severed into smaller, isolated pockets. When the diverging monsters t their counterparts from other groups, a second impact occurred, carving the enemy into even smaller fragnts.
The battlefield was no longer a wall of enemies; it was three distinct, broken masses of confusion. William's monsters were finally unleashing hell, abandoning all restraint and reaping lives at a dizzying rate.
Becky realised then that she had misjudged the beasts from the start. William had been holding their true strength back, forcing them to operate at less than ten percent of their actual capacity to lure the enemy into a false sense of security.
Now, with the switch flipped and the monsters going all-out on the offensive, the enemy army—already reeling from the structural split—couldn't adapt in ti.
Seeing the disarray, Becky didn't wait for orders. She let out a roar that shook the air: "Advance! Fight with everything you have! Kill those bastards and push forward!"
She led the charge herself, acting as the tip of a righteous spear. As she moved, the air behind her humd with power. A flood of fresh masters began to pour onto the field, erging in waves from the shimring portals.
"Anjie sent reinforcents just in ti," Fang noted, heaving a deep sigh of relief. Even with William pulling miracle after miracle at the frontline, it was obvious that their numbers had been their greatest weakness. They had been fighting a losing ga of attrition, but now, that disadvantage was gone.
In less than an hour, the tide didn't just turn—it surged. The frontline pushed forward, swallowing the second separation line William had created.
The territory they reclaid was imdiately reinforced by the endless stream of masters coming through the portals. The flood showed no signs of stopping.
"One more ti," William muttered, his eyes cold and focused.
He recalled his scattered monsters, regrouping them before redeploying them in the sa cleaving pattern.
He repeated this cycle four more tis, a systematic grinding motion that cleared the internal districts of the city. Now, only the outer city remained to be conquered.
"It's ti for that bastard to make a move," William said, looking toward the horizon.
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