The barracks fell into complete silence; no one had expected Peter Brown's sneak attack to have already begun.
Under the protection of the formation, Peter Brown appeared somewhat excited. This was a battle where his side did not have a significant advantage. In truth, he also wanted to test whether his strategy could succeed.
"Kill!"
At Peter Brown's command of will, the fifty-five quasi-saints who had been prepared instantly launched an attack on the barracks.
There was no restraint whatsoever. Everyone unleashed long-range confinement techniques, and every attack was utterly devastating.
As these attacks commenced, the entire barracks resembled a barrel of gunpowder that had been ignited, exploding completely.
Deafening roars echoed incessantly, accompanied by the cries of the wounded and the dying.
"Devour!"
At this moment, Peter Brown observed a massive amount of willpower energy at various levels dispersing into the air.
