Summit Farmer

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!"