Summit Farmer

Everyone was watching Peter Brown, especially the people within the city. They truly had not anticipated that the power of one person could be so formidable. The sheer strength displayed by Peter Brown had already surpassed everyone’s understanding. Could this really be the power exhibited by a single person?

No matter what everyone thought, the situation on the battlefield had already changed. Wherever the Blue Zone spread, none of the Demon Clan survived. Looking over the battlefield, one could see the Blue Zone sweeping over the territories held by the Demon Clan time and time again, turning them into voids.

For the first time, the people in the city felt the power of our Human Clan. Everyone was asking themselves, "Is this one of our human clan’s strong persons?"

On the side of the Demon Clan, regardless of the attack methods they employed, they could not damage the blue formation. Watching the human within the formation, they felt an unshakeable presence.

The Demon Clan had always believed that the Human Clan was nothing more than some formations. Outside of that, they were worthless. But today’s appearance of this human had made them realize that the Human Clan did indeed have its strong persons.

Tens of thousands of the Demon Clan’s troops truly could not shake this human.

Watching the formation rise and then forcefully descend time and time again, the Demon Marshals could only laugh bitterly. This battle was simply unwinnable.

This time was destined to be a failure.

Looking toward the city again and again, the Commander of the Demon Marshals sighed and said, "Retreat!"

The Demon Clan’s troops, who had already been frightened, had been anxiously awaiting this command. Upon hearing the order to retreat, they all flew back in disarray.

The Demon Marshal glanced at Peter Brown as if committing his image to memory. After stomping his foot, he led his forces to retreat quickly.