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Although he could only see a few black figures rising up from the water, with the spread of the magic energy, Peter was able to sense the physical bodies of the black figures.

One after another … Peter sensed that a total of nine Python had raised their bodies from the bottom of the Qingyu Lake's lake and appeared on the surface of the water.

"Is this lake connected to the dimensional realm?" Peter could not help but retort, how could a lake be filled with so many huge beasts?

If it were only one of them, he would still be able to barely handle it. However, with such a large number of beasts, even if all the members of the Black Tower were to stand behind him, he did not have absolute confidence in defeating them. Moreover, if there were nine giant beasts at the bottom of the lake, then there might be even more terrifying monsters.

Even if it was the head disciple of Magus King, Peter had no choice but to retreat to protect himself. Fortunately, he had the blood.

Peter jumped up high from the Python's head, at the same time, he placed his hand in his mouth and whistled towards the Sickle.

When the Sickle received the order, it immediately flapped its wings and flew away. However, its flying speed was still way too slow compared to the Python. The snake heads that rose from the water surface were extremely easy to stop.

The moment Peter fell from the sky, he took out a coin from his pocket. Without any hesitation, he threw the silver coin into the air.

In an instant, a large amount of black fog emerged from the silver coin, and the sound of "Sha Sha" 's wings rubbing against each other continuously sounded out from within the black fog. A large number of Sickle s flew out from the black mist, some of them flew towards Peter, supporting his falling body, while the others flew towards the Sickle that was completely bathed in blood, protecting him as he escaped.

The head disciple of the King of Sickle was also good at using magical powers to control small beasts like the Sickle, which were made up of baleful qi.

Compared to large sized beasts, Sickle lacked attack power. Among all the beasts that could fly, the movement of Sickle could be considered slower. Sickle, who was lacking in both offense and agility, possessed the simple characteristic of "living in groups".

Humans were inferior in strength and speed to many wild beasts, but the strength of humans lay in their "community". Sickle did not have the wisdom of a human and could not perform teamwork with humans, but this could be made up for by the owner of the Sickle. As the ability of the controller increased, the number of Sickle he could control would also increase. These types of social beasts would grow stronger with the increase in population.

The nine serpent heads continued to sway in the air. They were hunting those Sickle s that were dancing in the air. To humans, these Sickle s might be considered terrifying lesser demons, but to the gigantic Python, these Sickle s were merely bait for them to kill as they pleased.

Of course, those Python would not let go of Peter who was being protected by the Sickle in the air, especially that snake head which was being pierced by Peter.

The High Half-Immortal on the ground looked at the scene above his head as his legs continuously trembled. Fortunately, he had learned from a senior who called himself a "immortal" from Mount Kunlun for two months. High Half-Immortal struggled to take out two Yellow Talisman s from his pocket, and then placed them on his knees.

"Divine Path." Qinggong "is a common element in novels and movies, but in real life, very few people have actually seen the true face of Qinggong. The structure of human bones and muscles limits a person's jumping ability and running speed. However, in front of the "Talisman", the rules of the real world were broken.

High Half-Immortal struggled to stand up from the ground. His legs were still shaking, but that was not important, as long as the curse was activated, his legs would begin to move on their own like a car's tires. All he needed to do was to adjust his own direction.

High Half-Immortal was constantly adjusting his own breathing. He had to escape, but he couldn't be too hasty either. If he did not control the direction of his legs, he would likely crash into the barrier and die. Using a spell to accelerate is much harder than driving.

He slowly stood up from the ground, followed by High Half-Immortal's lips moving, as he chanted an incantation.

High Half-Immortal's legs started to move on their own. Even though the upper half of his body's arm did not move at all, his legs also started to move very quickly. But because of his movements, it attracted the attention of a huge Python. This Python rubbed against the bodies of the other Python, and started moving towards High Half-Immortal who was running by the shore.

High Half-Immortal was completely focused on controlling his own direction, so he did not notice that a Python had already locked onto him — not to mention that the dense fog had not dispersed yet. Even if he wanted to pay attention, with mortals' eyesight, they would not be able to see through his fog.

The huge snake head suddenly smashed towards High Half-Immortal who was running at full speed. If this attack was effective, High Half-Immortal would definitely be crushed into meat paste.

When High Half-Immortal heard the whistling wind coming from behind him, he turned around.

High Half-Immortal saw a gigantic snake head and a pair of scarlet eyes on top of the snake head. It penetrated the dense fog and stared at her, then pounced towards her.

In that instant, High Half-Immortal was stunned. He even forgot to change his direction to get rid of the attack range of the snake head.

Death will come soon.

But the black Sickle came faster than death.

The Sickle's sharp claws had sunk into the Python's eyeballs, the Python that was in pain opened its mouth wide, and its body frantically twisted. This Python's crazy movements had an impact on the other Python in the lake. Its huge body would collide with each other, and with every collision, it would cause splashes of water several meters high.

Wave after wave of spray poured to the shore.

The water droplets that fell from the sky sprinkled onto Qin Fen's face, causing her eyebrows and eyelids to twitch. Then, she slowly opened her eyes.

As though he had just had a short dream, Qin Fen sat up with her hands on her shoulders. Before she could even regain her senses, Qin Fen saw High Half-Immortal running towards her at an extremely fast speed.

"Run!" High Half-Immortal also saw Qin Fen waking up, he shouted at Qin Fen, "Run!"

However, Qin Fen still did not understand the meaning of High Half-Immortal's words. Even if she did, she could not abandon the unconscious Bai Lu and escape by herself.

On the surface of the Qingyu Lake's lake, Peter had already escaped the attack range of the Python and he could already successfully escape from here. Other than the High Half-Immortal, the rest were still unconscious. From the movements of the Python, it seemed that they had no interest towards the "dead beings" lying on the ground.

Just as Peter was about to leave, he saw a dazed Qin Fen stand up from the ground.