Manla’s face fell. He couldn’t feel anything different from the formation of the curse, but instincts told him that it was going to be inconvenient.
“Jenna, hold on!” Manla yelled crazily, the green hurricanes still spreading. His entire body seemed to turn into a gale, and disappeared into the forest.
Seeing Manla escape in that direction, Leylin did not move.
His body seemed to have shattered like porcelain, with large volumes of blood suddenly gushing out.
“It seems like I can’t endure it any longer, the injuries are too severe.” Leylin was half kneeling on the floor. He suddenly became dizzy, and his vision began to blur.
If possible, he obviously wanted to give chase and kill the two off. However, with his current physical condition, it was impossible for him to continue battling.
“However, the curse that I put up at the end… Hehe… cough, cough.”
Leylin laughed evilly but started to cough violently, spitting out large globs of black blood.
“Light elemental Magi will always be the archenemies of dark elemental Magi. Just a cage made of elemental particles was enough to reduce me to this state…”
Leylin laughed bitterly and his figure quickly turned into black smoke, disappearing into the forest.
Currently, he was in urgent need of a place to treat his injuries.
Although he’d told George and the acolytes to wait for him, Leylin couldn’t even take care of himself, much less the others, so that matter was naturally thrown to the back of his mind.
……
After ten or so hours, in a temporarily set up tent.
In the twilight, an oil lamp illuminated the area a dull yellow. Hay was spread across the floor, and Leylin sat atop of it. In his right hand was a test tube with a potion within, which he was constantly tilting towards the injuries on his left hand.
This test tube was rather large, and in the translucent liquid, one could see something that looked like a baby’s face. It was encased in the liquid, and continuously let off little bubbles.
*Tssssss!*
After the potion was dripped into the wounds, large amounts of white gas were emitted, along with the sounds of corrosion.
“Ugh!” An intense pain struck Leylin’s nerves; he seemed to have been struck by lightning, his muscles involuntarily twitching.
Leylin bit down hard, and large droplets of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
After that intense wave of pain, his wounds started to get numb.
This numbing effect was very strong, feeling like tens of thousands of ants had crawled and gnawed on his bones. Leylin’s pale face reddened as he sucked in sharply.
At the same time, in the areas where Leylin’s left arm was injured, various veins and muscles squirmed and began to regenerate.
First, the fractures in the bone were completely healed, and the flesh and veins followed soon after. After a few minutes, Leylin tested out his left arm.
At this point, the injuries on his left arm had been completely healed. Leylin’s arm was slender and fair, but under that beautiful appearance, there were muscles that held much explosive power.
It was impossible to tell that this arm had been on the verge of breaking off just minutes prior.
Leylin tested out his left arm again with some actions and smiled in satisfaction.
“I’m lucky there was some liquid left over from the Flourishing Flower! If not, the injuries on this arm wouldn’t have been able to be taken care of so easily.”
The Flourishing Flower was an important ingredient used by Magi in operations to regenerate limbs.
No matter what kind of injury it was, as long as there were enough Flourishing Flowers, it would be very likely that one could recover.
The Flourishing Flower that Leylin was holding was something he had gained during his days as an acolyte. He had exchanged some of them in the Abyssal Bone Forest Academy for incomplete information about the Branded Swordsman.
Excluding the injuries on his arm, Leylin had also used several potions to treat his wounds. He was now able to move freely and fight in less vigorous battles.
“I’ve mostly recovered. I guess it’s time for me to go to the Marat Canyon!”
Leylin was a fairly cautious person. In the secret plane at the Eternal River Plains, it was dangerous beyond belief, to the point that even Magi were considered fodder! As a spy from the Thousand Meddling Hands, if he were ever to be discovered, he would be chased to the ends of the world!
In this situation, if he were to sustain any injuries, Leylin knew that there was little chance of him surviving, much less being lucky enough to reap benefits.
Leylin had already considered leaving and going somewhere else if his injuries couldn’t be treated.
After all, he still valued his own life over making profits.
However, the situation was not so dire. Though he had made enemies with a possibly high ranking Magus family with the abilities of divination, he didn’t think much of it.
“I believe they aren’t feeling very well right about now, yes? My curse won’t be taken apart very easily.”