Summit Farmer
Chapter 2212 - 2210: Peter Brown’s Fighting Style

Chapter 2212: Chapter 2210: Peter Brown’s Fighting Style

The barracks fell into complete silence; no one had expected Peter Brown’s sneak attack to have already begun.

Under the protection of the formation, Peter Brown appeared somewhat excited. This was a battle where his side did not have a significant advantage. In truth, he also wanted to test whether his strategy could succeed.

"Kill!"

At Peter Brown’s command of will, the fifty-five quasi-saints who had been prepared instantly launched an attack on the barracks.

There was no restraint whatsoever. Everyone unleashed long-range confinement techniques, and every attack was utterly devastating.

As these attacks commenced, the entire barracks resembled a barrel of gunpowder that had been ignited, exploding completely.

Deafening roars echoed incessantly, accompanied by the cries of the wounded and the dying.

"Devour!"

At this moment, Peter Brown observed a massive amount of willpower energy at various levels dispersing into the air.

Peter Brown summoned the Will Palace, which then materialized on a patch of ground ahead.

An endless stream of willpower energy began merging into the Will Palace.

As the battle escalated, more and more strong Demon Clan warriors emerged.

Very quickly, both sides were engaged in non-stop combat.

Peter Brown’s guardians fought with reckless abandon, wagering their lives in relentless assaults.

Under the combined offensive of Peter Brown’s quasi-saints, the enemy could only fight desperately in return.

Finally, as numerous Void Saints perished, even some Quasi-Saint-level masters began to fall.

Devour!

The Will Palace wasted no time and immediately absorbed two fallen quasi-saints, one of whom had been Peter Brown’s own.

As these two were drawn in, Peter Brown swiftly modified and controlled them, frantically injecting the massive amounts of willpower energy absorbed earlier into their bodies.

By now, Peter Brown had already ordered two of his Quasi-Saint guardians to rejoin the battle.

It took hardly any time before the two Quasi-Saint-level masters were restored by Peter Brown.

Seeing five revitalized guardians once again protecting him by his side, Peter Brown’s lips curled into a smile. His strategy had proven correct—if they continued fighting this way, his side’s strength wouldn’t just remain intact but would grow even stronger.

The battlefield was now littered with death, and when Peter Brown glanced back at his Will Palace, there were even more quasi-saints being modified.

After the conflict erupted between the two sides, the Void Saint-level combatants were little more than cannon fodder, slaughtered en masse by Peter Brown’s forces.

Of course, their willpower energy was abundantly injected into the modified quasi-saints.

To boost the recovery of his Quasi-Saint guardians, Peter Brown even diverted some quasi-saint energy into the modified guardians’ bodies.

After all, the energy of a single quasi-saint was equivalent to half the energy needed.

The Demon Clan masters could never have anticipated such a sudden ambush, nor could they have imagined their quasi-saint masters would fight so suicidally. They had no choice but to fight fiercely to the death.

The consequence of such a strategy was the increasing deaths on both sides among the quasi-saints.

Out of fifty Demon Clan quasi-saints, over twenty had fallen, but their attackers weren’t faring that much better.

At this moment, for reasons unknown, the Demon Clan masters noticed a continuous influx of quasi-saint-level magicians.

What puzzled them most was that while these reinforcements appeared unfamiliar, each of them felt oddly familiar, as if they were comrades who had been fighting alongside them earlier.

Before they could make sense of this, these newly arrived reinforcements were already throwing themselves into the battle with equal ferocity.

The more deaths occurred, the greater the number of quasi-saints joining Peter Brown’s faction in support.

This kind of combat was unprecedented; the Demon Clan masters were utterly dumbfounded. They had no idea where so many Demon Clan quasi-saints had come from.

"How could these all be our own people?!"

The Demon Clan masters were livid. During such a critical moment for the Demon Clan’s survival, their own kind had turned on them—what kind of twisted situation was this?

Yet earlier, the Human Clan only had fifty-five quasi-saints, and after just one battle, their numbers had grown to seventy-eight.

In contrast, on the Demon Clan’s side, many of their masters were starting to harbor thoughts of retreating. This time, it seemed utterly unwinnable. By now, only a dozen standing quasi-saints remained on their side.

Just as the Demon Clan masters were contemplating escape, the formation designed to confine the area had already been activated, leaving no one with a chance to flee.

The Demon Clan masters were now truly terrified. In attempting to prevent intruders from escaping, they had activated the confinement formation, which now trapped them as well. It was a disaster of their own making.

After another round of magical bombardments, the remaining quasi-saints all fell.

Peter Brown now commanded a force of over eighty quasi-saints.

What followed was a massacre of the barracks by these quasi-saints.

Peter Brown’s resolve had grown cold as iron; he paid no mind whatsoever to the deaths of the opposing generals and soldiers.

Within the Will Palace, a new quasi-saint was already having energy injected into its body.

Peter Brown was quite satisfied with the day’s battle. After this significant clash, the enemy’s army was destroyed, and most importantly, he had gained another batch of quasi-saints, bringing his guardian forces to a total of eighty-seven.

At this moment, Peter Brown sensed a dangerous foreboding. Looking up, he saw a large number of powerful enemies approaching.

Without hesitation, Peter Brown initiated an Elixir Sea teleportation and disappeared entirely.

Arriving on the scene were Demon Clan Saints, accompanied by numerous other masters.

Upon seeing the aftermath of the battlefield, one of the Demon Saints took a deep breath.

An entire barracks annihilated?

When they saw that not a single soul had survived, everyone was stunned.

Seeing the situation here, the Demon Saint nearly passed out.

"Which force is responsible for this?!" The Saint calculated with his fingers, attempting to discern the attackers.

However, despite using various methods, the Saint’s expression grew more bewildered. The attackers this time turned out to be a group of magicians—dozens of them, in fact.

This was a major problem!

The Demon Saint was now truly uneasy. Pulling together such a massive force of elite masters had been for the purpose of ambushing the Human Clan, but now this unexpected disaster had thrown his plans into disarray.

The most baffling aspect was that Demon Clan quasi-saints had been assembled to attack their own kind.

Gazing once more at the battlefield, the Demon Saint noticed some attacks were clearly magical in nature, while others bore the traces of battle energy.

What on earth had transpired here?

Standing amidst the aftermath, analyzing the lingering traces of energy attacks on the battlefield, the Demon Saint lingered for a long time, his expression turning increasingly solemn.

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