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!
