During the escape, there would occasionally be mutant creatures trying to block them, but speed-type mutants would easily avoid them with their amazing speed, while strength-type mutants would use their powerful strength to directly knock them away.

After that fierce battle, some people with special abilities suffered huge backlash due to excessive use of their special abilities.

A psychic's face was as pale as paper, his body trembling slightly. Suddenly, a trace of crimson blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, slowly flowing down, appearing particularly glaring on his pale cheek. His eyes widened, filled with pain and helplessness.

The other psychic clutched his chest with both hands, his body swaying. His lips trembled, and then a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, forming a bloody mist in the air. His body could no longer support him, and he fell to his knees with a thud, his blood staining the ground in front of him red.

Another mutant's once straight body began to bend, and a muffled sound came from his throat. Then, large mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his clothes were instantly soaked with blood. He seemed to have lost all vitality, and his eyes became dim and lifeless.

Around them, other psychics watched this scene, faces filled with anxiety and worry. The air was thick with the smell of blood. Those psychics who were vomiting blood were like puppets whose power had been drained away, falling powerlessly to the ground. The corners of their mouths and chests were covered in shocking blood, and their bodies continued to twitch from time to time, as if telling of the immense pain and loss caused by the brutal battle they had just experienced. Their complexions grew increasingly worse, and their life force gradually faded, making the people feel heartbroken.

The wood-type mutant walked towards the injured mutants with a serious expression.

He slowly squatted down and stretched out his hands. A soft green light gradually appeared in his palms. That green light was like the vitality emitted by new buds in spring, giving people a feeling of hope.

He gently placed his hands over the wound of a psychic who was vomiting blood, and the green light seemed to come alive, seeping into the injured person's body. The injured psychic's face, originally twisted with pain, gradually relaxed, as if a cool breath was soothing his pain.

The Wood Psychic was completely focused, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He constantly mobilized his inner powers, allowing the green light to flow continuously. Nearby, another injured Psychic lay on the ground. The Wood Psychic quickly moved over and activated his power once again. The green light surrounded the injured Psychic, as if weaving a healing web, repairing the wound bit by bit.

As time went by, the once shocking wounds began to heal at a visible speed, and the bleeding gradually stopped. The psychics' originally pale faces began to show a hint of color, and their breathing became steady.

The Wood Psychic worked tirelessly, healing each injured Psychic in turn. His eyes were filled with concern and focus, as if oblivious to his own fatigue. With his efforts, the injured Psychics gradually recovered. While he himself was slightly exhausted from overexerting his Psychic Powers, a gratified smile appeared on his face, filled with satisfaction at having been able to help his companions.