CHAPTER 2230: CHAPTER 2228: IMPOSSIBLE THINGS

The Saints of the Human Clan were, in fact, the most anxious group. They all understood clearly in their hearts that Peter Brown, relying solely on his own power, would find it immensely difficult to face so many adversaries. Sending him to fight alone was like forcing him into an impossible situation. Now that so many Saints had retreated, Peter’s fate was undoubtedly grim.

However, even though everyone knew such an outcome was likely, they truly had no choice. Armies from various worlds had already assembled and could launch an attack at any moment. When that time came, it would be the decisive moment for the survival of humanity. Nobody had the luxury of time to save Peter.

With a long sigh, the Saint of Heaven Origin stood there, shaking his head. He understood the dire situation better than anyone. If no unexpected events occurred, it was estimated that the Human Clan had indeed reached the end of the road.

The only option was to fight with everything they had!

"Everyone, do your best!"

The Saint of Heaven Origin addressed All Saints with those words.

Upon hearing his transmission, All Saints remained silent. They all understood in their hearts that the only option was to fight with their full strength.

Time passed bit by bit. Races from various worlds continued to make preparations. They were acutely aware that this was Doomsday for humanity. After this monumental battle, the Human World would likely be finished. Then, it would become a feast of territorial competition among all sides—a chance for everyone to seize a piece of land, possibly giving their world an additional Saint.

As everyone was busy preparing, a completely unexpected event occurred. First, they sensed the aura of a Saint Fallen emanating from the Giant World.

"Holy Demise!"

Shock flashed in everyone’s eyes. None of them had anticipated such a development. Was it possible that a Giant Clan Saint had truly fallen?

Impossible!

No one knew exactly what had happened, but what was clear from this event was that the Giant Clan had indeed lost one of their Saints.

Could it be that the mysterious powerhouse was truly a Human Race Expert?

However, it seemed inconceivable for the Human Species to possess such a formidable individual. If humanity truly had such a powerful figure, how could they have fallen into such a desperate state?

Before anyone could figure it out, suddenly, a second wave of Saint Fallen aura emerged from the world of the Giant Clan.

Another Saint has fallen!

Could it be Peter?

The Saints of the Human Clan were filled with doubt. It was hard to believe Peter could have orchestrated such an event. But if not Peter, then who?

And now three Saints had fallen!

The Saints from all the worlds were terrified. This had never happened before—so many Saints of the Giant Clan perishing in such a short time. What exactly was going on?

Sadly, nobody knew the truth of the matter.

The Saints preparing for the invasion had now returned.

Noticing the violent surge of energy in the Azure Sky, the Saints of the Human Clan felt a slight relief, yet they also began to worry for Peter. Nobody knew what kind of situation he might be in.

Originally, everyone had planned to attack the Human Species in unison when the Giant Clan launched their assault, ensuring they wouldn’t miss out on this feast. But after such a major development, no one dared to make that move.

Something monumental must have happened!

Fear began to creep into everyone’s hearts. This was a situation they had never encountered before.

As the Saints of the Giant Clan returned, the divine senses of all parties turned to the Giant World, eager to see what might happen next.

"Do you think it could be Peter?" the Northern Saint wondered aloud.

This development was indeed a significant twist for humanity. Everyone’s hearts were filled with a mix of excitement and suspense. If the Giant Clan had truly lost so many Saints, their assault on humanity might be pulled back. It could represent a pivotal chance for the Human Tribe to survive—perhaps humanity’s crisis was truly turning into an opportunity.

"Could it be that some other race from a world launched an attack on the Giant Clan?"

The Saint of Heaven Origin calculated for a while and said, "It seems unlikely that any race attacked the Giant Clan. The Giant Clan has made extensive preparations, and the worlds are cooperating with them. So, if some unforeseen event has indeed occurred, it can only be the work of an expert from our Human Tribe. Therefore, this must be Peter."

"Peter?"

"Impossible. If you told me he killed one Saint, I might believe it. But this time, he’s taken down several Saints!"

Indeed, most found it hard to accept the possibility that one person could single-handedly eliminate so many Saints.

"Unfortunately, we cannot go to support him right now—it’s all up to Peter to face this alone!"

The situation had escalated to this degree. For humanity, it was already an enormous blessing, and everyone’s hearts eased just a little.

"I wonder what kind of aftermath will unfold when the Saints of the Giant Clan return."

One by one, divine senses swept across the Giant World. The returning Saints of the Giant Clan were equally anxious. Losing so many Saints all of a sudden was a massive blow to the Giant Tribe. Nobody knew how to resolve such chaos.

Now, as eight Saints released their divine sense scans across the land, their intent to annihilate the mysterious powerhouse was palpable. However, even for beings at the Saint level, returning to their world required time.

The teleportation formation glowed continuously as they traversed several transfer arrays in succession. Just as they were about to arrive, an ominous sight unfolded—the Giant World began to rain blood, the sorrowful aura permeating the Azure Sky.

"Another Saint has fallen!"

Who could it possibly be?

What has transpired?

No one knew the truth behind this unsettling series of events. Even attempts to divine the answer led to dead ends. The entire situation was steeped in eerie mystery.

What they didn’t realize was that Peter’s Killing Saints Formation was no ordinary creation—it had the ability to obscure Heavenly Secrets.

For the first time ever, the Saints of the Giant Clan felt profound fear. This was a sensation they’d never experienced before.

Yet, despite their fear, they were compelled to press forward.

Finally, they arrived!

The eight Saints, cautious and not impulsive, stood at a distance, observing the situation.

Peter had not left. With the existence of the Nine Saints Array, he was concealed within the formation. He was confident that even if a Saint were to attack him directly, he would not falter.

Looking at the incoming Saints of the Giant Clan, Peter pondered about how to annihilate them.

For the moment, Peter hadn’t yet found a solid plan. All he could do was wait and see if an opportunity arose.