Summit Farmer
Chapter 2132 - 2130: Magic Tools

Chapter 2132: Chapter 2130: Magic Tools

A great battle was fast approaching.

Peter Brown was awakened by a powerful voice.

Upon waking, Peter knew it was the call to assemble.

With Peter’s arrival, many people had already arrived.

The principal, Sugary, stood there in battle armor, looking very imposing.

No one had ever seen him dressed like this before, and curious eyes were all cast upon him.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Sugary spoke with a grave expression: "Everyone, the Battle Energy World’s army is heading in our direction. The armies from all sides have already gathered. This will be a desperate fight between us and the Battle Energy World."

Having said that, he looked over the crowd again and said: "We will soon be entering the battlefield. Not just us, but the student armies from all areas who have hurried here will join the fight. Our Intermediate and Advanced Archmages will all be fully committed to the battlefield."

Peter understood in his heart that Junior Magicians were on par with the Void Saint level, while Advanced Archmages were at the Quasi-Saint Level. With so many powerful individuals joining the battle, one could imagine the scale of this war.

As the principal continued the briefing, everyone’s expressions grew more solemn. In such a battle with many powerful participants, what were their chances of victory, and how many would survive?

"Now, distribute the Magic Tools!"

As his voice fell, magic staffs were brought out, and everyone stepped forward to receive their staffs based on their cultivation levels.

Peter also went forward to take one, but as for this item, Peter had long since refined one himself, which was far more Awesome.

Once everyone had their items, the principal waved his hand and declared, "Follow me to war."

When Peter and the others set out, the barracks were already filled with teams of people heading outdoors.

It was then that Peter realized there were indeed too many Void Saints arriving here.

Everyone was inwardly shivering at the sight, understanding that the battle was going to be massive, likely a full-force confrontation from both sides.

As Peter walked, he also checked on the status of his Elixir Sea. Facing such a grand battle, Peter could only hope to rely on the Elixir Sea’s Teleportation. He understood that on such a battlefield, he was truly insignificant.

Looking around at the others, it was clear to see that their expressions were grave.

Samuel Edwards was walking ahead; he too was simply marching forward with his head down.

There was no use of teleportation or the like to move, as everyone understood that the battlefield was surely ahead at the designated location.

After half a day’s march, a battlefield could indeed be seen in the distance.

The opposing forces could be seen already locked in battle from afar.

Looking across the field, it was true, a forest of strong figures.

Seeing this, Peter was also on guard. If the enemy had Strong Persons, a single move could directly annihilate the people on his side. Therefore, for him, the priority was not to be killed by a single enemy strike.

What to do?

If it were before, Peter truly had no solution, but now, after having an epiphany in that Space Domain, his entire being could be taken into the Elixir Sea’s space. Hence, for him, the Elixir Sea’s space was himself, and he was the Elixir Sea’s space.

Standing there, Peter began to adjust his own aura.

Gradually, with the influx of Demonic Energy, Peter’s body was undergoing a transformation.

In such a place crowded with Personnel, facing a multitude of enemies in front, no one really paid attention to what Peter was doing.

At this moment, Peter’s subtle movements and energy fluctuations were mostly considered by everyone to be the result of nerves.

The energy filled with Peter Brown’s will began to expand gradually outward.

Soon, the energy completely enveloped Peter Brown as well.

As this kind of change occurred, the most obvious thing Peter Brown felt was that the space between Heaven and Earth was filled with all kinds of willpower.

An abundance of Quasi Saint wills pervaded this realm.

No man’s land!

This thought emerged in Peter Brown’s mind.

Right, could it be possible to turn the enveloped area into one’s own domain of will, as long as one’s energy reached there?

When this idea emerged, even Peter Brown himself was startled—if it were really so, then he might possess the ability to contend with the multitude of wills.

No, the time is not yet ripe!

Peter Brown suppressed this thought, understanding in his heart that Quasi Saints were powerful beings. If he really unleashed such willpower, it was likely that everyone would notice his presence, and if that happened, how could he possibly defeat them?

Let’s just observe for now!

After protecting himself with his Elixir Sea, Peter felt somewhat reassured; that way, even if the opponent used the most powerful strikes, they should be unable to shake his Elixir Sea.

The aura of both sides was growing increasingly stronger, and that kind of aura, which gathered energy from both Quasi Saint Levels, was not something ordinary people could handle.

"Battle!"

Somebody roared and the overall aura climbed even higher.

At this time, one could even see with the naked eye the soaring auras from the opponent’s side.

"Everyone channel your full magical power into the Magic Tools in the sky," a voice came through.

It was then that everyone noticed a rotating sphere above their heads—not very shiny, but emanating a strong suction power.

"Gather everyone’s magic for an attack!"

Peter Brown also realized the reason why people with not very high cultivation had been summoned—it was to collect everyone’s Demonic Energy into this Magic Tool, and then to attack through the Magic Tool.

Peter Brown quickly understood this object; it was a forbidden artefact of the Demon Clan, also a top-tier Divine Artifact, normally not used. Once it had collected a certain amount of Demonic Energy, its attacking power could reach a single strike of a Saint—quite Awesome.

So that’s what it is!

Peter Brown was still pondering over the problem of how to fight without the presence of Saints, and it turns out the Demon Clan had some aces up their sleeve too.

Magic spells streamed towards the rotating sphere.

The sphere, now spinning, began to appear dazzlingly bright.

This was a bit like the attacking Immortal Artifact I created before, wasn’t it?

While thinking this, Peter Brown channeled Demonic Energy into it, just like everyone else.

This thing was really like a bottomless pit when absorbing energy; it hadn’t reached its capacity despite absorbing for quite some time.

At this moment, the people from the Battle Energy World did not attack, as if they were waiting for their Saint to arrive.

Not sure if this thing can withstand it.

Peter Brown was somewhat worried.