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Peter who was smashed into pieces turned into a cloud of black smoke once again. The black smoke condensed into several Sickle s, flapped their wings and flew up into the air.

Peter's laughter came from the sky.

His figure appeared in the sky, and at the same time, a pair of gigantic black fleshy wings grew from his back, as if they were magnified countless times.

"That guy," Taoist Qu looked at Peter who was in the air and muttered, "does indeed have some ability."

Even though he was already injured, Peter was still able to play with the surrounding people who came to kill him. If he had been more ruthless, maybe they would have all been dead bodies on the ground.

Peter looked at everyone on the ground, then flapped the wings on his back and flew off into the distance.

He was indeed severely injured, and this battle had consumed a lot of his energy. He had to hurry back to the Black Tower's stronghold and heal his injuries. Amongst the eleven disciples of Magus King, there was one who specialized in healing magic. If he could get help from her, he might be able to keep his arm.

Peter scattered a small amount of his Spell Energy and allowed this energy to attach to his wound, helping him to stop the bleeding. He only knew a little about how to use energy from spells to heal, and he was no longer able to concentrate.

The wings behind Peter gradually slowed down as he descended from the sky. When he landed on the ground, the pair of black wings on his back had also disappeared.

Right now, he had no way to control those complicated and intricate spells.

Peter relied on his legs as he walked along the road. He didn't know if the black-clothed men were still chasing him, but if they still didn't give up, then it was very likely that he wouldn't be able to escape.

Fresh blood had dyed half of Peter's clothes red, and he was no longer able to remain as calm as before.

Why hadn't the reinforcements arrived yet? Peter walked on the ground with difficulty. Could it be that something went wrong with the little Sickle that delivered the message?

Once the Sickle was too far away from his position, Peter wouldn't be able to control it well.

Thinking about it, Peter could not help but frown.

Although they had temporarily escaped danger, the situation was still not looking good. It was very likely that the enemy would appear again.

What made Peter even more worried was that the opponent might be hunting the Black Tower's Magi. From the information he had, the opponents might have already hunted the Black Tower's Magi many times. And the Black Tower knew nothing about it.

Peter started to recall about the magicians who had not sent any messages over the past few days.

Because the majority of the Magi were in their own activities, unless they were in charge of the same job, they would rarely interact with each other. Therefore, at this time, Peter was not able to determine which ones had already been hunted. But one thing was certain, the black tower was already on the verge of collapse. This was also the reason why Peter did not choose to take the small path and instead went back along the main road. He had to inform his mentor about what had happened today as soon as possible — namely, "The King of Greed and Sickle."

At that moment, a white van drove up to him.

Peter stopped in his tracks and condensed the energy in his hands. Although it was very likely that the car was just a pedestrian passing by, he still had to be careful.

The white van stopped in front of him.

Peter took a deep breath. It looked like his calamity was not over today.

The van door opened and a tall young man got out. This young man wore a large coat with short white sleeves. He was completely different from the black clothed men.

Peter did not let down his guard. He carefully stared at this tall man.

"You, you are Mr. Peter?" The man seemed to be stuttering.

"You are?" Peter asked doubtfully.

"I … I am Mountain." Big Mountain introduced himself to Peter, "It's Mr. An, Andrea, he, he sent me to fetch you!"

Although listening to Mountain was strenuous, Peter's recuperation was good, even though his wound was still reminding him with pain, he did not show any sign of impatience.

"Great." Peter smiled and said, "Thank you very much." It seemed like the little Sickle had completed its mission well, and had received help from its comrades. Now, Peter was much safer.

"Hurry, hurry and get in the car!" Big Mountain said to Peter.

Peter got on the car.

Inside the carriage sat a few young men, all of whom looked like lackeys brought by Mountain.

When Mountain got in, the van started up.

On the carriage, Peter heaved a sigh of relief. He focused all of his magic power on his wounds. Although he was not proficient in healing spells, he could still slowly repair his damaged body.

The other young men in the carriage looked at him in silence. Peter did not mind their gazes, maybe they were just curious about him and were staring at him. Now, Peter's mind had completely relaxed. He had tensed up for too long, it was time for him to take a break.

The van was not very fast, but it was still able to safely take them back to the city. The men in black did not catch up with them.

Peter rested his head on the car window. He was completely safe now. He wouldn't mind if the rest of the people in the car wanted to talk to him, but they didn't say a word the whole time, including the driver and Big Mountain, who sat in the passenger seat. The atmosphere in the carriage was somewhat stiff, but soon they would return to the Black Tower's stronghold.

Peter prepared to directly go to the Magus King and report what had happened to him today.

Just as the van passed an alley, it stopped.

Peter raised his head and looked at the driver sitting in front.

The driver opened the door and got out. Was there a problem with the car? Peter could not help but guess. This place was not far from the black tower's stronghold, and it would not take long for them to abandon their carriages and take a walk.

Then Mountain got out of the car. The little bro sitting with Peter in the carriage also opened the door of the carriage and walked out one after another.

"What happened?" Peter asked, but no one replied him. With no other choice, Peter followed them out of the carriage.

When he got out of the car, he saw that Mountain and his men were lined up in neat rows.

"Big brother Peter." A familiar voice sounded from behind Peter.

"Andrea!" Peter happily turned his head, and the one standing behind him was indeed Andrea.

"Andrea, are you here to welcome me?" Peter smiled and asked him.

Andrea nodded towards Peter, then spread open his arms, and hugged Peter.

Peter responded to Andrea with a hug. During the hug, Peter carefully moved his right shoulder away so that the blood wouldn't drip onto Andrea's clothes.

However, Andrea did not care about the blood stains on Peter's body.

He used his palm to lightly pat Peter's back.

"Big brother Peter!" Andrea said, "You're finally back!"

A ball of cyan flames ignited within Andrea's palm.