Tang Feng fell to the ground, and the soldier was still chasing him and slashing at him. Guo Chengde and his men hurriedly raised their guns and fired. As the gunshots rang out, several bloody holes appeared on the soldier's back. The Type 565 was not as powerful as the Type 54 pistol. At such a close distance, the power of the bullet was fully exerted. The soldier was holding a sword the moment before, and the next moment he was shot with four or five bloody holes. This kind of bullet was enough to hurt his internal organs, but the high-level soldier had a strong vitality. He endured the pain and dodged the subsequent bullets with a flash, then turned around and rushed over to kill Guo Chengde and his men.
In the cell opposite, Xiao Chen saw this scene. He pulled out the sword from Yaluk's body, condensed the remaining magic power into a magic ball in his hand, and then smashed it at the soldier in the cell opposite. This method of using magic from the Source Tower was simple and crude, without any sophisticated structure, but it was the fastest and most suitable way of attack at this time.
The warrior was hit by the magic ball, and his body was burned, frozen, and shocked at the same time. His body was temporarily stagnant, and five or six rifles fired at him at the same time. In a few seconds, he was turned into a hornet's nest.
Xiao Chen rushed out of the cell and saw Tang Feng lying on the ground, breathing out more than breathing in. He used his mental power to sense and found that the wound was too serious. If he continued like this, he would soon not be able to hold on.
"He's dying." Xiao Chen swept his eyes across the room and said hurriedly, "Take down the bed board, and four of you come together to lift him up. Lift him up steadily. We must get him out in time so that we can cast healing magic outside to stop the bleeding."
"You can't use magic now?" Guo Chengde asked.
"I have used up all the magic power released from my clone. And there is not much healing magic power in it. Even a saint can't save people here."
He pulled out a bed sheet, tore it hard, and began to bandage Tang Feng. "Tang Feng, Tang Feng, can you hear me?"
"He seems to have fainted." Guo Chengde used his hand to check Tang Feng's breath and pulse. "Very weak."
Four guards dismantled his bed, took down the door, and then carefully lifted Tang Feng onto it.
"Let's go! Go outside!" Xiao Chen took the lead and ran outside.
Guo Chengde said: "His condition is getting worse and worse."
Xiao Chen frowned, as he suddenly thought of something. He took out two healing crystals from the Traveler's Heart and tried to stimulate the healing magic from them. However, in the environment of the Mage Prison, the magic power dissipated quickly as soon as it was released, and there was no time to convert it into magic.
Xiao Chen knew that this was because the magic power released by the healing crystals in a unit time could not exceed the suppression power of the magician prison. More healing energy must be released in a short period of time to turn them into magic.
As he ran, he used his mental power to sense the energy distribution in the healing crystal and found several weak nodes. If these nodes were destroyed, the energy of the entire healing crystal would burst out in a short period of time. This power would become much more violent, but it would be enough to exceed the limit of the Mage Prison's suppression.
Xiao Chen said to the others, "I'm going to try to quickly mobilize the magic power in the crystal. It might make a lot of noise, so don't worry."
Xiao Chen stopped, distanced himself from the others, and then he gritted his teeth and poured more than ten times of his mental power into the crystal. Then he was like lighting a bomb, violent energy burst out from the crystal, and Xiao Chen's hand was torn apart because it could not withstand such energy, and deep wounds that could see the bone covered his entire palm. However, at this time, there was a ball of white magic light in his hand, which was the healing magic released from the crystal.
Xiao Chen held up the ball of energy with his bloody hands, quickly ran to Tang Feng's stretcher, and then performed a relatively simple healing spell.
As the power of magic moistened Tang Feng's wound, the blood that kept seeping out seemed to slow down, and the wound began to coagulate in this magic.
"It works!" Xiao Chen said.
"You are using violent means to extract the magic power from the crystal very quickly, right?" Guo Chengde asked, "But this method is too dangerous. We just saw the explosion in your hand. If the crystal contained more energy, wouldn't your hand be blown off?"
Xiao Chen said: "In the Mage Prison, my mental strength is not enough to lift the crystal far enough to operate it, and now I have no chance to carefully consider other methods. Since this is an effective method, let's use it!"
Xiao Chen once again crushed a healing crystal, and his hand was severely injured again, but he didn't care about so much. Just like before, he cast all his healing magic power on Tang Feng.
Guo Chengde and several other soldiers looked at him and secretly admired him. He didn't care that his hands were blown to pieces, and he was only interested in exchanging magic power to save people. It was really amazing. Guo Chengde couldn't believe that such a person would kill his compatriots for personal gain.
"He coughed a few times and seemed to have regained some consciousness," said Guo Chengde.
Xiao Chen grimaced and endured the severe pain in his hand, and continued to operate in this way. It took them more than ten minutes to run from the depths of the mage's experience to the outside of the wall. In this short period of time, Xiao Chen blew up a total of eight healing crystals. If he hadn't cast healing spells on himself twice during the journey, his hands would have been almost blown into pieces.
After running out of the outer wall of the prison, the dual suppression of mental strength and magic power gradually weakened.
Xiao Chen breathed in the air outside greedily. To him, the air full of magic was like the first rain on the dry and cracked earth.
Xiao Chen pointed to a vacant lot on the street in front and said, "Just leave him there. Captain Guo, I'm not a magician who is good at healing magic. You should know where there are healing mages nearby. Send someone to get them immediately. I'll try my best to treat him here first."
As he spoke, Xiao Chen began to perform intermediate healing magic, which was the most powerful type of healing magic he knew.
However, when he began to cast this spell, his feelings were completely different from before.
Every structure and every step of this magic was so clear in his mind. He only needed to make some adjustments to change this magic to be more suitable for Tang Feng's current condition, so that the same magic power could produce several times the effect. After several changes, the special healing effect of this magic on Tang Feng had surpassed the advanced healing technique.
Only then did Xiao Chen realize that reaching the Great Magician level was not a simple upgrade, but a true transformation into a master of magic. (To be continued)