Summit Farmer

After holding a brief meeting with all the saints, a few saints left in high spirits. Peter Brown’s remarkable display was genuinely beneficial to them, greatly alleviating their burdens.

Just as Peter was about to leave, the Saint of Heaven Origin suddenly sent a divine sound transmission, asking him to stay behind.

Soon, within the Space Domain, only the Saint of Heaven Origin and Peter remained, sitting cross-legged.

"Peter, the situation in the western region is basically under control now. However, there remains a major issue in another area. The eastern region has lost one saint in battle, and now, the Giant Being Tribe is poised to launch an attack against our clan!"

Upon hearing this, Peter immediately grasped the situation and asked, "Do you mean for me to head there?"

Slightly nodding, the Saint of Heaven Origin said, "You’ve discerned the issue. Each of us guards a region, and no one can provide reinforcements for the eastern front. Currently, although there are over a hundred Quasi-Saints in our eastern region, their combined power is entirely insufficient to confront saints and a full-force assault by the Giant Being Tribe."

Peter naturally understood the critical situation. Though having over a hundred Quasi-Saints may sound like a considerable force, it was far from sufficient to repel such an attack.

"What’s the current status of the Giant Being Tribe?"