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Those Python were still unable to kill Peter. As the chief disciple of one of the six Magus King s of the Black Tower, "Greed and the King of Sickle", he did not lose face for his identity. Although he had used up a lot of magic power to drive the Sickle, he still successfully escaped from the encirclement of nine Python.

The current Peter was pressing a hand on his shoulder, quickly walking in the dense forest near the Qingyu Lake.

Just when he thought that he had already escaped the Python's attack range, one of the Python's teeth suddenly sprayed out, and the majority of it hit the Sickle that was summoned at the last moment to defend against the attack, but the white tooth still pierced through his shoulder. For an ordinary person, this could be considered a serious injury. If it was not dealt with quickly, it was very likely that they would need to have their limbs amputated. But for a Magus like Peter, such an injury was still acceptable.

He used his hands to cover the wound, preventing the blood from flowing too quickly. At the same time, he constantly concentrated his magic power on the wound and used it to heal his damaged body.

Peter had already escaped into the forest, and he would quickly reach the road. No matter how reluctant those Python were, they shouldn't be able to chase him to human territory.

Peter panted heavily, perspiration trickling down his forehead. It was a normal phenomenon when muscle tissue was being repaired, and the concentration of magical energy had elevated his body temperature. If he had a thermometer, he would be able to see that his body temperature was over forty degrees Celsius, and it was rising toward higher temperatures.

If not for the fact that a Magus' body was far superior to that of an ordinary Magus, he would have collapsed long ago.

Peter was shuttling through the dense forest. He had already arrived at a place that was extremely close to the road.

Peter who was unclear about the situation squatted down and quietly released a small Sickle. That Sickle flew up onto a tree branch and used the cover of the leaves to observe the surrounding situation from above.

The little Sickle saw a lot of black-clothed men with pistols touching towards her.

"Goo, goo!" The little Sickle let out two strange cries. This was a signal of danger when encountering an enemy.

What was going on? Peter was a little confused. The Qingyu Lake was located in a remote area, so why would there be people here? However, he still used the energy from his spells to merge his body with his surroundings.

At this time, Peter heard the sounds of conversation.

"According to the High Half-Immortal," said a man's voice, "the foreign wizard should be right ahead."

High Half-Immortal? Peter perked up his ears, carefully listening to what the two were saying.

"If this Gao dares to lie to me," a girl's voice said, "I'll break both his legs and dig out his lustful eyes."

"Yes sir!" The man from before answered.

Although he did not know who these people were, Peter could guess that they had obtained this information from the High Half-Immortal s. After that, they brought a large group of people over to the Qingyu Lake to surround him.

Peter's face turned serious. The other party mentioned the word "wizard" in their conversation. They had come prepared, but as the head disciple of the Magus King, Peter was completely unaware of this, and the difference in intelligence work between the two of them was self-evident.

Since the other party knew of his identity as a Magus, they must have come prepared to deal with him. Unlike the other Magi who looked down on mortals, Peter was extremely cautious.

He stayed where he was, motionless.

In next to no time, he found the two people that spoke earlier within the crowd.

The man who spoke was dressed in a daoist robe similar to the High Half-Immortal, but he looked a bit more neat and tidy. The woman wore a long black windbreaker. Her hair was tied up behind her head, and a silver hairpin was tied diagonally onto the hair behind her head.

Peter slowed his breathing. If there was no surprise, the other party would not be able to see through the concealment he had done with his own energy spell, and their target should also be the Qingyu Lake. If the nine Python s have not returned to the bottom of the lake, then let them have a taste of his defeat.

Peter was completely still. Even the little Sickle on the tree had calmed down.

However, Peter had forgotten one thing. He had used his Spell Power to hide himself, but there was no Spell Energy to treat the wound on his shoulder.

A drop of blood fell onto a withered leaf on the ground.

The sound of the blood dripping onto the dried leaves was extremely soft. Compared to the sound of the footsteps of so many black-clothed people, it was not even worth mentioning. Moreover, these people walking in the dense forest were not considered quiet to begin with.

However, the man in the daoist robe still looked towards Peter's direction.

Damn it! There was an expert amongst them! He saw the man in the daoist robe take out a silver gun from his waist, and then point it at where he was standing.

Invisibility lifted!

Peter suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Other than the man dressed in the daoist robe, everyone else had a surprised expression on their faces.

Peter stared at the black gowned woman, without a doubt, this woman was their leader. While the majority of the people were still in shock, Peter threw a small silver coin in his hand towards the woman.

Bang. With a gunshot, the silver coin that Peter threw out was shattered by the man in the air.

Then, the gun in the man's hand moved towards Peter.

What kind of person was this? How could he know that he should first break this silver coin? Peter simply did not know that many of his own side's information had been sold out by his own people, and a strong sense of doubt filled his heart.

Bang, bang. The man's second and third bullets followed.

A purple wall that ordinary people could not see blocked in front of Peter, blocking this attack for him.

Following that, all the black-clothed men pointed their guns at. They did not give Peter any time to catch his breath, as they continuously suppressed him with their bullets. As for the man who had fired the first shot, he was protecting the lady as she left. Obviously, he knew that Peter was prepared to use a plan to capture the thief.

In just the first instant of their clash, all of Peter's techniques had already been seen through by his opponent, and he had fallen into an extremely disadvantageous position.

What made his head hurt even more was that the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding. Right now, he had no way to split one of them to take care of his injuries.

But it was not a hopeless situation.

The little Sickle that Peter had released earlier flapped its wings and flew out of the branches. It was going to find help for Peter. As long as it could get help from its fellow Magi, the situation would be reversed.

The man suddenly raised his head and looked towards the little Sickle in the air. He raised the pistol in his hand.

Not good! was forced to temporarily release his defenses as a bullet flew past his face, leaving a trail of blood.

Peter pointed his finger at the man.

Bang! Gunshots.