"Don't go to Galoti Academy, it's dangerous there." He stared closely at the position behind Ashumia, pulled Ashumia behind him, and didn't care whether Ashumia could understand or not, so he directly said the words of warning.

He pursed his lips, feeling that what he had said was pale and unconvincing, but he didn't have much time to explain, someone came after him!

"Beware of the red ......," he seemed to say something to Adehimia, but before he could finish it, something came at a gallop, with the whistling wind and a bitter coldness, against his cheek, piercing the ends of Achumia's hair.

It wasn't until the thing slammed to the ground that Arshumia reacted in hindsight, and she turned stiffly, and a sharp object came into her eyes.

It was an elite ice edge, one end digging deep into the ground, the other shimmering with a heavy satisfaction on the tip.

Immediately afterward, more dense, and larger ice edges flew in, each one almost clinging to Ashemia's body.

Ice Ridge roared with an incomparable chill, which made Arshumia feel cold, and she hugged the puppy in her arms tightly, hoping to muster up courage, but the warmth of the puppy did not relieve it in the slightest, and she was even more terrified in her heart.

She didn't have to look back, she already knew how dangerous her situation was at the moment, the number of ice edges flying past her was incalculable, but any one of the incalculable could kill her with one blow.

Compared to Ashumia, Pei was at ease in the face of this deadly ice ridge group. The golden pupils looked fearlessly straight ahead, a faint domineering aura wrapped around his side. He let go of the hand he was holding and stood right in front of her, huge wings popping out of his back, and he spread them out, each feather stretching outward.

The ridges of ice near his wings either dissolved into water or crumbled into slag. His wings were like a solid barrier, completely blocking the ice edges. Slightly crumbling ice shards cut through his face, blood spilling and sliding down his cheeks.

When the blood fell completely from his face, the wound on his face had completed a self-repair, the ice slag cut through his skin again and again, and his wound was healing again and again.

In a few moments, Pei's wounds, which were standing in front of him, had healed more than a hundred times, but Ashhumia behind him was unharmed. Undoubtedly, Achumia, standing behind these wings, was the safest.

The sound of the ice edge shattering was incessant, and Ashumia stared blankly at the tall boy standing in front of her.

Was he protecting her?

Pei was much taller than Al Shumia, and her long platinum-blond hair flew behind him, occasionally brushing the cheeks of the girl behind him.

Arshumia had seen Pei on the dragon boat before, and she also knew that Pei had a pair of snow-white and huge wings. Because of this pair of wings, she also recognized Pei as a god.

However, such a close observation is always different from a view.

Arshumia looked at him in shock, his wings perfect in both structure and form. Subtle, esoteric, like the elaborate work of the Creator. With indescribable majesty and beauty, it is like a mythical being.

Alshumia was amazed by the intricacies of the wings, and in the midst of the shock, the wings coincided with something in her mind—the wings of the unicorn from before!