Summit Farmer-Chapter 2215 - 2213: Feint to the East, Attack in the West

Chapter 2215: Chapter 2213: Feint to the East, Attack in the West

At this moment, Peter Brown was contemplating his strategy.

The entire situation had already become clear. The Demon Clan’s teleportation formations facilitated easy transmissions, making movement highly convenient. Hence, Peter now focused on the issue of destroying these teleportation formations.

If he could sever their arbitrary paths of connection, it would undoubtedly bring tremendous benefits to his next wave of attacks.

Peter was a man of action. Over the past few days, he focused on a singular mission: to destroy their teleportation formations.

Given the vastness of the battlefield, the Demon Clan needed to maintain forces at various locations to safeguard their positions, which left their armies somewhat dispersed.

With his force of eighty-seven Quasi-Saints, Peter launched a fierce assault on one of their barracks.

Following this battle, Peter managed to create yet another Quasi-Saint Protector. The most significant achievement, however, was annihilating this army and subsequently destroying all teleportation formations in this direction.

Adopting a strategy of sudden appearances and abrupt attacks, Peter had already destroyed over ten teleportation formations across the battlefield.

After using the Faith Network to gather intelligence about the Demon Clan’s various situations, Peter adjusted his attacks further, eventually demolishing nearly 90% of their teleportation formations.

Done. Finally, their paths of connection had been cut off.

While Peter was busy wreaking havoc here, the Demon Clan’s Saints were utterly furious. They hadn’t anticipated such a scenario.

Inside a military tent, the Saint sat high upon a throne, surrounded by dozens of Quasi-Saints below.

Sweeping his gaze across everyone, the Demon Saint said in a deep voice, "Everyone should by now be aware of the situation across various regions. From the unfolding events, it’s evident that the Human Clan has been scheming against us!"

The matter had escalated to this point. No further explanation was necessary; it was clear that the Human Clan was behind these actions.

Anger was etched across everyone’s faces. They had always assumed that the Fighter Clan was causing trouble. Who would have thought that these seemingly feeble humans had orchestrated so much under the radar?

"Greatmaster, the Human Clan shouldn’t have such powerful capabilities. From what we understand, they’re even controlling a significant number of our Magic Instructors. How are they achieving this?" someone asked.

The Demon Saint was visibly perplexed. He couldn’t make sense of the situation either.

After pausing for a moment, the Demon Saint finally said, "It’s evident that the enemy lurks in a hidden Quasi-Saint-level army. Their intent is to sever our teleportation formations and disconnect us from one another. However, this approach is equally disadvantageous to them, as it impedes their mobility as well. I now command all forces to encircle Warming City and crush them completely!"

The Saint had received intelligence that this mysterious army was currently launching an offensive in Warming City.

Upon receiving the order, Demon Clan forces, hindered by the disruption of teleportation, were now led by Quasi-Saints from various regions toward Warming City.

Are they coming?

At this moment, they were unaware that Peter Brown was closely monitoring the Faith Network. He had absolute clarity regarding the Demon Clan’s movements and attacks. Using various strategies, Peter had severed the Demon Clan’s rapid transit paths.

Through the Demon Saint’s arrangements, Peter learned of his plan to swiftly reach Warming City. However, instead of leading the army personally, the Demon Saint was traveling alone.

The Saint had departed!

Peter quickly gathered intelligence on the forces that followed afterward.

This was a guard army consisting of seventy Quasi-Saints and four hundred Void Saints, all serving as personal guards to the Saint.

Examining the composition of this army and noticing that the Saint had separated from them and was now flying at full speed, Peter had a realization: Saints didn’t seem as invincible as they once appeared.

Previously, Saints had seemed overwhelmingly powerful in Peter’s eyes. Now, they didn’t seem so formidable.

Not far ahead of this guard army, Peter also discovered a teleportation formation.

Leaving a few Quasi-Saints outside Warming City to mislead the Demon Clan, Peter had already teleported ahead to the front of the guard army.

The Demon Saint hadn’t considered that Peter would target his personal guards. Even if he had anticipated it, he wouldn’t have been worried—after all, his guard army was far from ordinary, boasting immense combat strength.

A similar scenario unfolded once again. This time, however, Peter mobilized even more Quasi-Saints. Seventy Quasi-Saints surrounded the guard army and launched rapid strikes.

The guards, noticing merely seventy Quasi-Saints attacking them, didn’t flinch in the slightest. Their army not only had seventy Quasi-Saints but also over four hundred Void Saints as generals, alongside countless other soldiers. Observing the attackers, they regarded them as fools.

"Kill them all!"

The commander, a Quasi-Saint from the Demon Clan, roared. All Quasi-Saints in the formation surged forward.

Soon, both sides clashed fiercely.

As the battle unfolded, the Demon Quasi-Saint commander became bewildered. He realized that these seventy-plus Quasi-Saints seemed to be engaging in suicide-style attacks. They fought with reckless abandon, focusing solely on lethal strikes without regard for their own lives.

In one exchange, a vast number of combatants from both sides fell.

Watching over ten Quasi-Saints perish in mutual destruction, the Demon Quasi-Saint commander widened his eyes in shock—this felt surreal.

There was no time to dwell, however. The clash resumed again almost immediately.

Soon enough, after ten more Quasi-Saints fell, twenty additional Quasi-Saints joined the battlefield, quickly reinforcing the enemy forces.

With the addition of these reinforcements, the enemy’s strength surged significantly.

The battlefield allowed no time for contemplation. The Demon Quasi-Saint commander had no choice but to continue launching attacks without pause.

Gradually, the Demon commander developed an ominous feeling. His side had already lost over thirty Quasi-Saints, while the enemy had sacrificed close to forty. Yet, with reinforcements arriving, not only were their lost Quasi-Saints replenished, but their numbers even exceeded an additional ten.

How did they possess so many elite fighters?

No one could understand.

By now, the battle had escalated in intensity.

Flying rapidly, the Demon Saint suddenly halted, hovering in the azure sky. Upon receiving urgent messages, his face shifted dramatically. With a pivot, he turned back toward the barracks he had departed from earlier.

The Demon Saint raced toward the battlefield, but as more and more Quasi-Saints joined the fray, the Demon Clan’s guard army was nearly wiped out.

A hundred Quasi-Saint Protectors!

At this point, Peter Brown’s face lit up with a smile; this tactic had truly proven effective.

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