Peter Brown cast his gaze toward the approaching foreign tribe army and roared, charging forward first.
Peter is incredibly strong now; no enemy before him is a match for him. The large sword he wielded was specially refined by him and was several times larger than a typical sword. With each slash, swathes of enemies fell before him.
The genetic soldiers closely followed, and after Peter charged through, they fiercely swept forward. Anyone blocking their path was overwhelmed, and under the flying weapons, those people fell as well.
Even though there were as many as 2 million enemies charging forward, in the face of Peter's spearhead attack, they couldn't block it, and within an instant, Peter led his troops to break through.
What!
The commander of the Alien Coalition Army stood at the rear, shocked as he watched this unfold, having never imagined such a situation would occur with his most elite army.
Before he could react, Peter was leading his army toward him.
