Han Jin pondered for a moment and carefully cast a talisman. The talisman turned into countless golden light spots and landed on the wound on Yalina's neck, but there was no reaction at all. The skin and flesh around the wound were still deathly pale.
Despair appeared on the faces of the students. If the dean died, even if they could return to the academy safely, they would have to face a storm.
Han Jin stretched out his hand and gently touched the wound. This time, unlike the last time, the flesh around the wound had softened. Han Jin heaved a sigh of relief. His talisman was still effective, but Yalina's injury was too serious. The talisman he could release was far from being able to revive a dead person. It could only improve Yalina's condition bit by bit.
In fact, Han Jin knew very well that what Yalina needed most now was a blood transfusion. For a normal person, even if they were not injured, drawing so much blood with a needle would bring them to the brink of death. No matter which world one was in, blood was incomparably important to living beings. Even if Yalina was a supra-level master, she could not escape this law.
However, this idea was absolutely not feasible at the moment. Whether their blood types matched was a big problem. Han Jin sighed helplessly. This was somewhat ridiculous. A supra-level master bleeding to death?
"Sir? How is it? Is there a way? "Asa asked eagerly.
Han Jin smiled. He did not lack countermeasures. The key was who would bear the risk. Was it worth it to use spiritual energy and release a high-level Taoist spell?
Cultivation was about seizing the fortune of heaven and earth and invading the mystery of all things! The word 'seize' and the word 'invade' were enough to prove the essence of cultivation!
If one followed it, one would be mortal; if one went against it, one would become an immortal. Cultivation was going against the heavens! Saving Yalina, who was on the brink of death, was just another heaven-defying act. If it was Morrisons or Sassoux who were injured, he would have already released the talisman. There was nothing to think about. But now, he had to think clearly about the cause and effect.
"There is a way, but it is dangerous," Han Jin replied.
"What kind of danger? What are the chances of success? "Asa's eyes lit up when he heard Han Jin say that there was a way.
"One side is life, the other side is death. The chances of success are about fifty percent." Han Jin did not tell the truth. In fact, he was at least seventy percent sure. However, for Yalina to step into the realm of a top-level master at such a young age, in addition to her own talent, she had countless people's blood, sweat and tears. How could there be no power behind her? So he had to first push the blame.
"Fifty percent chance of success?" Asa was excited. "Then what are we waiting for? Sir Dean's injuries are too severe. He might not be able to hold on for much longer. Let's quickly begin! "
Asa was so excited that he did not realize that his words were simply commanding Han Jin.
Morrisons and Sassoux frowned and looked at Han Jin worriedly. They had all experienced Han Jin's temper. He was very good to his own people, but if an outsider showed any disrespect, his face would change faster than flipping a book.
"The chances of success are only fifty percent. Are you sure you want to start?" Han Jin asked again.
"Let's start!" Asa's face showed a trace of determination. The current situation was very clear. If Han Jin did not help, Yalina would definitely die after three days when the effect of the Blessing of the Holy Spirit wore off. It was better to let Han Jin treat her. At least there was still a fifty percent chance of success.
"What do you all think?" Han Jin looked at the other magicians.
At this time, a few of the quick-witted students reacted, but their reactions were different. Some quietly took a few steps back, while others stood still and pretended to be stupid.
However, more people stood beside Asa and said firmly, "Let's start, sir!"
"Okay." Han Jin's tone was short but powerful. He then began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body. His fingers danced in the air, drawing out a series of obscure runes.
The casting time this time was longer than any of Han Jin's previous spells. This was because he was casting a high-grade Taoist spell, the Supreme Soul Sealing Spell! Even if the soul of the victim was in a state of dissipation, he had the ability to recover the soul and seal it in the victim's body.
Han Jin had just drunk the dragon's blood, and his body was full of energy. That was why he dared to take the risk. If it was before yesterday, he wouldn't even dare to think about it. Perhaps the energy in his body would be exhausted before the charm was formed.
After more than half an hour, Han Jin's forehead was sweating. At this time, the spell was finally formed. Han Jin made a hand sign and shouted, "Go!"
The condensed talismans in the air were all scattered by the hand sign. They turned into countless light rain and splashed in all directions, sprinkling between the branches and the grass. However, they did not disappear. Instead, they kept rolling and dancing.
Ancient trees, shrubs, grasses, and even moss. All the green vegetation withered at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. Countless light spots continued to dance in the forest, jumping from one branch to another, drilling from one patch of grass to another. Wherever the happy light spots flew to, the living beings there would begin to wither. The range became wider and wider, and in the end, everything within a hundred meters became yellow and withered.
The Supreme Soul Sealing Spell could be said to be the most vivid interpretation of the word "seize"! For cultivators, except for some rules that they had to abide by, they never had too many scruples.
A ginseng spirit that had cultivated for thousands of years already had the ability to communicate with other life forms. Or, it was already a real life. Would a cultivator let it go just because the ginseng spirit had cultivated a magical power? Absolutely not!
A wild fox that swallowed and spat out demon cores under the moonlight. Even if it had never done anything bad and just hid in a corner to cultivate, what would a cultivator do if they encountered it? Kill it and seize the demon core!
In fact, cultivators were bandits who went against the heavens and earth. They used all means to achieve their dream of immortality! Therefore, they would not be pretentious. They would seize what they should seize and occupy what they should occupy!
What's more, completely relying on one's own Zhen Yuan to save a dying person would cause a lot of damage to oneself. It was not easy to cultivate to this step, and no one was willing to retreat. Naturally, no one would create a Dao technique that would harm oneself to benefit others. Attracting Heavenly Lightning, borrowing Divine Weapons, and so on were all tricks.
Morrisons and the others stared blankly at the changes in the forest. They could not understand why those soft, warm, and happy light spots were like deadly toxins. Wherever they went, the plants there would quickly wither. Could this kind of magic save people??
Han Jin felt that it was about time. He made another hand sign and shouted, "Rise!"
The hand sign exploded in mid-air. Countless light spots flew up like birds returning to the forest. They condensed into a huge ball of light and then began to sprinkle down.
Han Jin was a very handsome young man. There was almost no fault in his appearance. His smile always gave people a warm feeling, which should be very attractive to girls. Unfortunately, whether it was Qi Li, Sunier, Yan, or Yalina, or the few female sorcerers and deacons, after seeing Han Jin for the first time, they quickly turned their attention to other places. This was because Han Jin's temperament was too weak. In this chaotic world, weak men were not qualified to be the center of attention!
Now, Han Jin had become a different person. Although his appearance was the same as before, his eyes opened and closed like lightning, and there was a sharpness that made people not dare to look directly at him. The scale of the magic he was releasing now was huge and imposing. When the countless light spots gathered together, the scene was very spectacular!
The light spots sprinkled down one after another. Han Jin stood in the rain of light and kept making hand signs. His long robe fluttered, making him look like an immortal. Not to mention that he was already very handsome, and with the countless light spots as a foil, he looked extremely handsome. The few female sorcerers were so stunned that they almost forgot about the dying dean.
With each drop of light, Yalina's face gained a bit of color. When the rain of light stopped, if it wasn't for the ugly wound on her neck, Yalina would look full of vitality and even healthier than when she wasn't injured.
Everyone's expression changed. Looking at the scale of the magic and its effect, some people even thought that Han Jin had released an unknown forbidden spell. But the question was, why couldn't they feel any magic waves?!
Han Jin sighed softly and bent down again to grab Yalina's wrist. Her pulse was still very weak, but it was much steadier. At least there was a certain rhythm.
"My … My Lord, how is it?" Asa asked timidly. Although he could see the effect, he still hoped to get a definite and clear answer.
"She will wake up by herself tomorrow, but during this time, you have to take care of her carefully. For example, you should move her to a clean place and cover her with more things. The fog in the forest is too heavy at night."
"I understand, my Lord!" Asa replied in a moaning tone.
The group of young magicians couldn't help but cheer, and one of them, a deacon rushed toward Han Jin. Han Jin raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed with divine light. The deacon suddenly froze, holding a handkerchief in her hand. She didn't know whether she should continue to walk over or retreat.
Han Jin finally understood what she meant. He reached out to take the handkerchief and smiled. "Thank you."
"Raphael, are you okay?" Sassoux asked anxiously. He was now very regretful. If he had known that Han Jin would be forced to release such a large-scale magic, he would not have persuaded Han Jin to save her.
"I …" Han Jin was just about to say that he was fine, but his tone suddenly changed. "I will be fine after a few days of rest."
"Thank you, my Lord! Thank you! "Asa bowed deeply to Han Jin." Thank you so much … "
The other magicians also bowed to Han Jin, their faces full of gratitude that they didn't know how to express.
Han Jin smiled and waved his hand. He felt a little strange. In fact … it felt good to save someone.
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