Chapter 2209 - 2207: Western Army
Watching the departure of all Saints, Peter Brown suddenly felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.
Peter understood in his heart that if events truly progressed in this direction, with powers from all the Outer Worlds bearing down simultaneously, the Human Clan would face unimaginable pressure—a survival crisis unlike anything ever seen before.
Reflecting on the current predicament, it became clear: with the fall of two Saints from the Human Clan, would any faction, upon witnessing this vulnerability, resist the temptation?
Obviously not. If they could seize a portion of the Human Clan’s territory, they could harness the energy from that domain to birth a new Saint. Just one additional Saint would provide significant support to their world. No one would resist such a temptation. Even the strongest alliances of the past would crumble in the face of such circumstances.
Peter was acutely aware that the Western front absolutely could not collapse. If it did, those factions observing from the sidelines would immediately launch assaults against the Human Clan. If things truly reached that stage, the entire Human Clan would undoubtedly be doomed.
No—failure is absolutely unacceptable!
Peter now felt he could relate somewhat to the sentiment held by the Human Clan’s Saints—a looming sense of total annihilation.
An unprecedented sense of urgency overwhelmed Peter. Glancing again toward the Will Palace, he examined the Quasi Saints within, then shifted his gaze to his own Killing Saints Formation.
It wasn’t as though he lacked power. If things were maneuvered the right way, Peter was confident he could shine brilliantly in this battle.
"Philips Williams, accelerate the offensives across all regions!"