CHAPTER 2222: CHAPTER 2220: AN EVENT THAT SHOOK ALL PARTIES

Everything quieted down. Apart from the still-operating formation, the only person standing here was Peter Brown.

Is it really over?

Peter felt a sense of disbelief. A Saint-level expert had fallen!

Yet, the reality was exactly as it seemed.

Looking once more at the Saint seated cross-legged within the formation, who was entirely different from the original Giant Clan Saint, Peter knew something extraordinary had transpired.

Turning his gaze to the distant azure sky, a peculiar aura suddenly erupted. Then, a unique will began to dissipate.

This was the aura—the will—of a Saint!

Peter was already familiar with this phenomenon. Whenever a Saint fell, such an aura would naturally appear in the sky.

A Saint was truly slain!

In fact, this battle wasn’t merely being observed by the two warring races. Saints from various worlds had locked their divine senses here. Each held different intentions: if the Giant Clan’s advance went smoothly and the Human Clan couldn’t resist, other realms would likely initiate attacks on this battlefield.

Yet, just as the Giant Clan seemed to gain ground, an army of One Hundred Thousand disappeared. Right after, one of the two locked Saints had arrived at the battlefield.

Initially, everyone thought the arrival of a Saint would naturally steer the war in a new direction. But, once the Saint appeared, the battle took an unforeseen turn.

While everyone watched intently, the Saint fell.

What’s happening?

Everyone was stupefied. None of them had imagined that a Giant Clan Saint could fall. If anyone was going to die, it should’ve been a Human Clan Saint!

At this moment, Peter had received a transmission from the Saint of Heaven Origin, requesting him to enter the Space Domain to meet.

Soon, Peter stepped into the Space Domain.

Now, Saints from all sides had sent their avatars to enter, and Peter likewise entered as an avatar.

All eyes turned to Peter. The anticipation in their gazes was unmistakable.

The Northern Saint asked loudly, "A Giant Clan Saint has fallen! Do you know what happened?"

Peter replied calmly, "Not much. Their vanguard army of One Hundred Thousand was wiped out. Afterwards, that Saint arrived, and I invoked the Killing Saints Formation to directly take him down."

Ah!

Everyone burst into astonishment as they looked at Peter again, completely dumbstruck. Although most had guessed this must’ve been Peter’s doing, hearing him admit it still left them shaken. This Quasi-Saint-level young man was incredible!

"You used a formation to kill him?"

Peter nodded slightly. "Correct."

The Saint of Heaven Origin was momentarily surprised, then burst into laughter. After a long laugh, he exclaimed, "Heaven bless our Human Tribe!"

All Saints exhaled in relief. Ever since the Human Clan had lost two Saints, their situation had become perilous. Everyone understood that their survival was now on borrowed time. Without a powerful Saint emerging, there would be no chance of reversing their fate.

Just when despair loomed over everyone, Peter’s appearance proved perfectly timed. After this battle, the fall of another Giant Clan Saint undoubtedly tipped the overall war in favor of the Human Clan.

"Peter, do you still have strength for the Eastern Battlefield?"

Everyone knew Peter had just battled a Saint and killed him. Normally, victory in such a battle would come at a price, and they worried Peter’s formation might’ve been damaged.

"No problem. Leave the Eastern region to me."

Peter was brimming with fighting spirit now. Since his formation was so formidable, he naturally felt no fear of any Saints who dared to come.

The Saint of Heaven Origin laughed heartily and said, "Excellent! If they dare invade, kill another Saint! After that, they surely won’t dare step in!"

While they deliberated, the Giant Clan Saint overseeing this region was left utterly stunned. He hadn’t expected this turn of events.

He knew about the fallen Saint being dispatched for support. In his view, receiving a call for reinforcements would mean rushing over to assist in time. But surprisingly, no signal for help was received. He’d assumed the Saint would have absolute control over the situation, and had analyzed the Human Clan’s dispatched units, finding that no Saints had been sent.

He’d felt assured about the dispatched Saint’s safety, believing nothing would go wrong.

The puny Human Clan seemed doomed to perish. Even an additional Saint wouldn’t change the current predicament.

But what he never expected was for the entire situation to go against all his predictions, and for the supposedly invincible Saint to fall.

Gazing at the rapidly dissipating energy and the distinct aura marking a Saint’s fall in the sky, he turned to a Quasi Saint in front of him and asked gravely, "What exactly happened?"

The Quasi Saint was equally baffled. He didn’t know what had taken place and could only stammer, "The Vanguard Army of One Hundred Thousand was annihilated... It all happened in such a short time. The Saint promptly rushed to the battlefield after learning of the situation, but—calculating the timeline—it was only a brief moment before the Saint fell. We’ve lost all communication with that direction, and Heavenly Secret seems to have been disrupted. Even through calculations, we can’t determine what occurred in that area."

In truth, this Saint had already spent time attempting divinations about the battlefield but failed to derive any useful insights. All he could discern was the presence of a Human Clan Quasi-Saint there. How the Saint died was entirely unfathomable.

A Quasi Saint?

A massive barrier projected itself before him, revealing Peter’s figure.

Staring at Peter, the Saint scrutinized him thoroughly but couldn’t discern anything particularly extraordinary.

Could it really have been him?

Unable to contain his curiosity, the Saint disappeared in an instant, stepping forward to personally uncover the truth behind this Human Quasi-Saint.

Saints across the various realms sat in stunned silence.

By all accounts, battles involving Saints should be earth-shattering affairs that dragged on for lengthy periods. But this Human Quasi-Saint, through unknown methods, had vanquished a Saint in an astoundingly short span—and left no calculable trace. What kind of heaven-defying figure was this?

"Let’s continue observing."

Orders were issued one after another. Everyone realized the dynamics of the Human Clan battlefield had drastically shifted. Tremendous uncertainties shrouded the war here, and no realm dared launch an attack against the Human Clan lightly now.