If not for the unexpected timely help of other spirit masters still pouring here, their death was going to be set in stone already.
"Stop!"
Just when everyone thought they were going to throw their lives at the rapidly approaching deadly enemies from the forest, William suddenly raised his fist while shouting for them to stop.
The entire group of youngsters stopped first, with panting breaths and mixed looks of exhaustion, rage, excitement, and fear.
They knew they were going to die if they clashed with the terrifying things reshaping the entire forest around the clan. And knowing such a thing held a heavy impact over their hearts and minds.
It felt like a heavy rock was placed over their chests, making their breaths hard and ragged. If not for the general strong atmosphere gained by the addition of stronger and older spirit masters during the past minutes, they'd have not managed to reach even half of the distance they crossed so far or kill half of the monsters they slain.
