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Under the burning of the green flames, the small Sickle quickly turned into a pile of ashes.

These little tricks didn't work. There was only one path left for Peter, and that was to defeat Andrea and get rid of this traitor for the Black Tower.

The wound on his shoulder constantly reminded Peter that he was not in good shape right now. If Andrea wanted to fight a battle of attrition with him, then Peter would most likely not be his opponent's match …

However, Andrea didn't seem to have the intention to fight a war of attrition with him.

Two more balls of cyan colored flames ignited in Andrea's hands. Without any hesitation or hesitation, he threw these two balls of flames towards Peter.

Peter's body dissipated in the air. He turned into a ball of dense black smoke, and Sickle continued to fly out from the black smoke.

Among all the Sickle, only one was Peter himself.

Andrea was afraid that Peter would escape, so he continuously flung out the soul flame in his hands, knocking down all the Sickle that were flying in every direction. Although they were both disciples of the Magus King, it was very difficult for them to control the bloodthirsty Sickle. Amongst the eleven disciples, other than the strongest Peter, only Yue Han had mastered this technique.

Under Andrea's attack, all the Sickle that were scattered in the air turned into ashes, and the spirit flames that were thrown out but did not hit the Sickle fell to the ground, burning the concrete floor.

Mountain and his lackeys had all fallen into panic, but they did not dare to run. Andrea would not forgive the fleeing soldiers — not to mention, they were just a bunch of mortals who were like ants.

Some of the luckier lackeys were hit by the green flames and didn't even have time to wail before they were immediately killed and turned into ashes.

In the end, the Sickle flew high into the sky, and then, it changed into its human form. It was precisely Peter.

At the same time as he transformed into the Sickle, the wound on his shoulder was also covered by black tendrils.

Andrea's face revealed a solemn expression. He knew that Peter was very powerful, so when he received Peter's distress signal, Andrea realized that the best time was now. He specially chose the time before Peter returned to the foothold to attack him, because Andrea believed that Peter would be the most relaxed at this point of time.

However, he had underestimated Peter's vigilance.

Now it seemed that he had also underestimated Peter's strength.

Peter's body emitted a great deal of killing intent. Right now, he was not only a Magus, but also a terrifying beast.

Andrea had never heard of this kind of spell.

The humanoid Sickle swooped down towards Andrea who was on the ground at high speed. Peter's four limbs had already become sharp claws, these claws were like steel blades, ready to pierce through Andrea's body at any time.

Andrea did not dodge because he knew that no matter how fast he was, it was impossible for him to dodge this attack. Sickle may not be too fast among the beasts, but compared to humans, they were still much stronger.

A ball of green flames wrapped around Andrea's body like a cloak.

This was Andrea's countermeasure. If Peter attacked him without caring about the consequences, the cyan colored soul fire would burn him to death.

Without any hesitation, Peter, who had already transformed into a humanoid Sickle, heavily struck Andrea's body. His sharp claws pierced through the layer of green flames and heavily tore Andrea's chest apart.

Andrea never thought that his opponent would use such a desperate method of attack, he was pressed down to the ground by Peter. The claws on Peter's four limbs penetrated his body, and then, with much effort, they slashed across his flesh and drew many deep fissures on the ground.

Peter crazily tore off Andrea's body, wanting to tear him into pieces. And those cyan flames had crawled onto Peter's body, burning his body and soul.

Peter already felt that he was going to sacrifice his life, but Andrea didn't have that kind of awareness.

A large amount of green flames exploded out from Andrea's body, the powerful impact causing Peter who was stepping on his body to be blown away.

Even so, Peter had already left enough wounds on Andrea's body for each of them to be fatal.

Green colored flames grilled Peter's body, and at the same time, spread out across his body — — The spirit fire was repairing Andrea's injuries.

Peter did not give Andrea the chance to catch his breath, and just like a cicada getting out of its shell, a small crack appeared in the middle of Peter's body. He took off the Sickle shell, exposing his human body from within the burning shell.

Purple energy gathered in Peter's hands, turning into the shape of a sharp sword.

Bare-naked, Peter kept his sharp sword and walked towards Andrea who was lying on the ground and recuperating from his injuries.

In this battle, Peter won.

Even if Andrea had killed Xi Men Xi Men with his own hands and stolen the magic power from the Xi Men family, even if Peter had already been severely injured and had lost a lot of power before the war had started. There was still a gap in strength between the two of them.

This was Peter, the leader of the eleven disciples, the man who was most likely to become the seventh Magus King.

Peter arrived in front of Andrea. The cyan colored spirit fire was quickly repairing Andrea's body, but the injuries that Peter had left earlier were too heavy, so the current Andrea simply had no way of resisting them.

Peter raised the long sword in his hand high up. Without any extra words, he wanted to get rid of this scum for the black tower.

"Bam!" A gunshot rang out.

A bullet pierced Peter's chest. Peter's body trembled, he looked at the person who shot the gun. It was the big man called Big Mountain, still aiming at him with his smoking pistol.

"Bam!" Another shot rang out.

Peter's body shook again. He had just shed his shell and his body was at its weakest moment. He was simply incapable of resisting the impact of the bullet. Two bloody holes appeared on his spotlessly white body.

"Bam!" A third shot rang out.

Peter fell to the ground, his body twitching non-stop. That was because the magical energy was leaving his body. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head to look at the sky, and his eyes gradually became lax.

There was no resentment. He did not resent those who had hurt him. A humble hope that did not match his identity flashed in his eyes.

If you can, don't be a wizard in your next life. Let me be a tea farmer.

Carrying the song, carrying the load, bringing it to the farmland.

Peter's head weakly tilted to the side.

Andrea stood up from the ground. Green flames were coiled around his body, sewing and repairing his body.

He stood in front of Peter and extended his hand out.

The energy from the spell that escaped from Peter's body all gathered in his palm.