Watching Shilke and the Snake Person King battle fiercely from afar, Peter had originally intended to lend a hand, but now he was simply frozen in place.
It wasn't that he was slacking off; he just had no opportunity to intervene.
Neither the Snake Person King nor Shilke was an ordinary Vajra Realm martial artist.
The Snake Person King controlled his long snake tail, using it to perform all kinds of movements beyond human common sense. Combined with his swift and treacherous footwork, even ordinary Vajra Realm martial artists would probably be unable to adapt to that style of combat in a short time.
Shilke had far exceeded Peter's expectations.
Peter had heard that Shilke was very strong, but he had never witnessed it with his own eyes.
This time, he had truly seen the world.
Those constantly unleashed Gale Slashes looked, in Peter's eyes, like the methods of a Vertical and Horizontal Realm martial artist.
At the same time, although Shilke was clearly a martial artist, he was currently acting like a long-range artillery platform, continuously launching attacks from afar. He flung Gale Slashes outward as though they cost nothing, forcing the Snake Person King to keep moving and dodging, unable to get close at all.
Seriously, how was this a situation he could get involved in?
This had put him in an incredibly awkward position.
During the previous campaign against the Holy Roland Empire, he could at least beat the Black Dragon War Drum and pretend to be very busy.
But now, the Black Dragon War Drum wasn't with the Northeastern Army at all. What was he supposed to do?
With that thought in mind, Peter caught something out of the corner of his eye, rushed in front of a snake person, and cut him down with a