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Adam teleported a couple of times before finally arriving back at Stratford.

As soon as he reached the town square, he hurled Stratford away and miserably fell to his knees.

"Ughh!!" He covered his eyes as he grimaced in pain.

The continuous usage of the white lotus had caused his mind to be enveloped in a torrential storm of throes. Moreover, his eyes were spewing blood and his vision was gradually turning hazy.

Damn it! I need to finish this quick or else I might go blind, he thought in alarm.

He knew that the reason why he was able to go toe-to-toe with Rank 3 existence was primarily because of the wolfsbane poison that Blackie had given him.

As support, he used teleportation with the help of the white lotus to deal damages to the werewolf. Without either of these, he knew he would die.

I need to hold out until reinforcements arrive, he thought as he slowly got to his feet.