Summit Farmer-Chapter 2229 - 2227: Massacre in All Directions

With the Killing Saints Formation in hand, Peter Brown could now be said to have no adversary. The Southland Saint of the Giant Clan had never expected someone would come here specifically targeted at him. Before he even had time to react, he was already trapped within the formation.

Powerful roaring sounds reverberated, and the Southland Saint went from initial indifference to present terror. His bombardment became increasingly intense.

However, Peter’s formation was no ordinary formation now. With the combined strength of Five Saints, there was no way a single Southland Saint could stand as Peter Brown’s opponent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

All Five Saints joined forces in their strike, launching attacks within the confines of the formation. If this had occurred in the external world, who knows what kind of devastation it might have caused.

This time, Peter had enveloped the entire army within the formation. Naturally, the Giant Clan’s generals and soldiers were also ensnared. Compared to Saints, those soldiers were utterly powerless—the waves of residual attacks alone were deadly. After several successive strikes, those soldiers had long turned to ash, scattered into nothingness.

The Southland Saint had never fought a battle like this before. Even in Saint-level clashes, at most, two Saints would fight against one. But now, to be confronted by five Saints teaming up—how could anyone withstand this?

By now, if the Southland Saint didn’t figure out who he was facing, he wouldn’t qualify as a Saint.

"Are you from the Human Clan?" The Southland Saint of the Giant Clan loudly questioned.

"Correct. Precisely the Human Clan!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The Human Clan can’t possibly have such a formidable expert!" Though he knew deep down Peter Brown was telling the truth, he still couldn’t accept it.

Peter Brown didn’t bother concerning himself with what the Saint thought. Having fought to this extent, Peter’s singular focus now was killing him.

The formation’s attacks intensified even further.

Trapped within the formation, the Southland Saint knew it was a crisis of monumental proportions. Being a perceptive individual, he immediately signaled for help to the other Saints.

Peter Brown saw through his intentions without difficulty. Casting a glance at the Southland Saint trapped within the Killing Saints Formation, he issued orders for further attacks.

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Under the relentless hail of attacks, the Southland Saint’s heart sank in misery—his entire body was already shattered into fragments.

With yet another round of bombardment, this Southland Saint from the Giant Clan fell completely.

Then his entire being transformed into energy.

Swallow!

Peter Brown fully understood that the other Saints would arrive shortly. Without hesitation, he began to devour this Saint’s willpower.

Before long, the Saint’s willpower was absorbed into Peter Brown’s Killing Saints Formation, becoming one of its own Saints.

Success!

As Peter Brown beheld the existence of Six Saints within the formation, he didn’t leave. He concealed himself within the formation, awaiting the arrival of reinforcements from the Giant Clan.

Peter was confident that such a short amount of time would make it impossible for numerous Saints to arrive. After all, several Saints had already gone to Human Clan territory, leaving only four Saints behind. At most, three Saints could come here.

Sure enough, as Peter waited for a while, he began sensing violent fluctuations of energy.

The three remaining Saints of the Giant Clan stationed nearby, upon receiving the distress signal, rushed over to the battlefield. In reality, only the two closest Saints managed to arrive quickly.

Upon reaching the site, the two Saints of the Giant Clan began investigating the surroundings.

Where is everyone?

They were truly shocked—within such a short span, the area was devoid of any traces of life.

"Where are the people?"

The later-arriving Saint was equally stunned.

While they were all still reeling from disbelief, yet another Saint arrived. He too was puzzled. After arriving, all he saw was stillness—as if no battle had ever taken place. However, observing where the barracks had been, he noticed that the entire area had been wiped clean, completely transformed.

What kind of incomprehensible expert had come here?

Exchanging glances, all three felt immense shock.

In a flash, the three of them stepped into the location where the barracks once stood.

Just as they entered, they suddenly felt a jolt in their hearts. Out of nowhere, a formation materialized and trapped them within its confines entirely.

What formation is this?

The three Saints were momentarily startled, but then calmed themselves. After all, they were three Saints working together—what formation could they possibly be unable to overcome?

However, this calm didn’t last long. Soon, the three of them were gripped by fear. This formation was too powerful—it had immediately separated them, trapping each in a different position. Even when they tried to contact one another, it was now impossible. That wasn’t the primary issue. The dreadful truth was that each of them was now facing the onslaught of two Saints.

How could there be so many Saints?

The three of them were utterly perplexed—this was a scenario they had never imagined.

Indeed, dividing forces was something they had anticipated, and they were aware of the possibility that the mysterious figure might launch an attack. Still, with four Saints left behind here, it was assumed they could quickly regroup if needed. Even if the opponent came, how much of a threat could they pose? As long as the four Saints combined their strength, they feared no adversary.

They had calculated so many possible outcomes, yet failed to account for the appearance of a Killing Saints Formation—a heaven-defying Holy Artifact of such magnitude.

Now, there was no point in thinking further. All they could do was fight with their lives on the line, facing attacks from two Saints simultaneously.

Time ticked by, bit by bit. Peter Brown, while manipulating the formation’s offensive, was also probing the movements of the other Saints.

Sure enough, after the first distress signal was sent out, the Giant Clan Saints, who had initially been poised to attack the Human Clan, were alarmed and rushed toward this location.

Of course, the three trapped Saints also sent out their own distress signals, which became the real catalyst for intensifying the rescue efforts.

The Saints understood the mysterious expert had appeared. Concerned about the welfare of their comrades, they pushed themselves to arrive in time.

Too late!

After analyzing their situation, Peter Brown’s face lit up with a smirk.

Among the three trapped Saints of the Giant Clan, one was comparatively weaker—this individual became the first to fall under the joint attack of two Saints.

Once he was defeated, those two Saints immediately joined forces against another.

This time, Peter Brown didn’t disperse their strength but directed the two freed Saints to focus their attacks on a single Saint.

Four Saints against one—it was clear what the outcome would be.

After yet another Saint was killed, Peter deployed the strength of Six Saints, fighting against the final Saint. Under such overwhelming might, the last Saint fell as well.

Swallow!

Although time was tight, Peter Brown still proceeded to devour their willpower. Before long, three more Saints were sitting cross-legged within Peter’s formation.

Nine Saints!

Gazing at his formation now holding so many Saint-level powerhouses, Peter Brown began to ponder deeply. It seemed there was now no need for him to retreat—his foe originally consisted of Twelve Saints, but now, only eight remained.

This could be a fight worth taking!

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