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A high temperature that struck at his soul started to burn behind Peter's back.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Peter screamed in pain.

He wanted to struggle free from Andrea's embrace, but Andrea held him even tighter, the strong burnt smell emitting from his body.

Peter's body was set ablaze. Green flames enveloped him. It was the flame of a soul.

To Andrea, the temperature of his spirit fire was ice-cold, and touching it felt a little comfortable. But to Peter, who had been burned by the spirit fire, it was as if his body and nimbleness were thrown into lava. He would be burnt to ashes within a few moments, not leaving even the slightest trace in the human world.

In Andrea's embrace, Peter's voice had gradually lowered. In the end, he did not make a single sound, and his body turned into a pile of ashes.

Andrea raised his head and looked at the top of the van.

In the air, a few Sickle appeared, followed by Peter who was escorted by a few Sickle appearing on the roof of the car.

"As expected of big brother Peter." Andrea was still smiling. Peter

As the first disciple of the Magus King, his strength was also the strongest amongst them. There were even people who predicted that if Peter trained diligently, he might reach the level of the Magus King in the future.

However, Peter's thoughts were not on magic. He had built a large black tea plantation in Europe and spent the entire day researching some mortal stuff in his garden. Obviously he had talent, but he insisted on wasting it. Andrea felt envy and pity for his big brother Peter.

"Andrea," Peter, who was on the roof, said coldly, "Your welcome is really too warm." Facing the enemy's attack, even if he almost lost his life, he could still maintain a smile and face it. But this time, the person who wanted to kill him was his comrade. If this was not a dream, it was Andrea betraying the black tower.

The Black Tower cannot tolerate traitors.

Two balls of cyan flames ignited in Andrea's hands. Andrea looked at Peter with a savage smile, then said: "Big Brother, I don't think there's a need for us to say these courteous words anymore."

Andrea's tone was full of confidence: "If we don't give it a try, how would we know?"

The other party's confidence made Peter suspicious. The eleven disciples were all disciples of Greed and the King of Sickle, and they all had a rough understanding of each other's strength. Although Andrea and Peter had not met each other for a few days, it was not enough for Andrea's strength to increase by leaps and bounds.

"Soul fire," Peter asked, "Is this your ace in the hole?" Soul Fire was a relatively high level fire type spell. In Peter's impression, he should not have mastered this spell. It seemed like the source of his confidence was the spell called Soul Fire. However, since he already knew the opponent's trump card, Peter could think of a way to deal with it in advance.

Andrea did not reply. The spirit fire in his right hand had turned into the shape of a long spear, following that, he condensed the spirit fire into a spear and threw it towards Peter who was on the roof.

Perhaps it was because he didn't have the time to dodge, or perhaps it was simply unnecessary, as the javelin condensed from spirit fire had pierced straight through Peter's chest. Following that, Peter became a few Sickle s on the roof and quickly flew towards Andrea.

"A silly little trick." Andrea waved his left hand, which had a cyan flame attached to it, and all the Sickle that were flying over were burnt to ashes in an instant.

Then, Andrea felt a cold sensation from behind him.

A sharp dagger pierced his chest.

"Master An, Master Andrea!" Mountain called out anxiously from the side. If Andrea lost, then he and his subordinates would be executed as traitors of the Black Tower.

The dagger with magical energy was like the sharp teeth of a Sickle. It could instantly suck the blood out of a wounded person's body.

Andrea's face became parched and he let out a painful howl from his throat.

"" Andrei suddenly smiled. His shriveled face also returned to its normal state. I thought I'd fooled you for a moment. " Andrea said with his chest pierced.

Peter fiercely pulled out the dagger that was stabbed into Andrea's body, and then retreated a few steps back.

Andrea turned and looked at Peter. The wound on his chest was set ablaze with blue flames. These flames burned through his wound, rapidly healing it.

In the blink of an eye, the green flames disappeared, and on his chest, other than his clothes being damaged, there were no other injuries.

This was the flame of a soul. It was a high-grade fire elemental spell, and it was much more powerful in both offensive and defensive aspects.

Peter looked at Andrea as if he was a stranger that he had never seen before. Andrea was only second to Peter as a disciple. However, in terms of strength, he should be ranked fourth or fifth. Peter, Jacob and Yue Han's strength were all above Andrea. However, the strength that Andrea was currently displaying had already surpassed Jacob and Yue Han, and was even close to the strongest Peter.

If Andrea still had some trump cards to play, then Peter's situation would be extremely dangerous.

"What did you do?" Peter decided to talk with Andrea to buy himself some time. Peter placed his hands behind his back and said, "Your strength has improved a lot.

Andrea smiled and asked Peter: "What do you think the secret behind being strong is, do you think it's based on your Inherent Skill or your hard work in cultivation?"

To Peter, as the strongest disciple, at the same time, he was also the laziest out of the eleven disciples. "I think so." Peter had to answer.

"Wrong answer." Andrea said with a smile.

"Is it hard work?" Peter also laughed, "Are you saying that you are more hardworking than all of us?" A small sized Sickle appeared behind Peter.

Andrea shook his head: "Of course not."

"Greed!" Andrea looked at Peter and said, "The reason why I can surpass you today is because I'm even greedier than you!"

The small sized Sickle quietly came out from Peter's back. It would report the matter of Andrea's betrayal to the Magus King.

A streak of cyan flame flew towards the small Sickle.