Just then…
"Energy Float! Energy Float!"
The Hebrew magician let out a roar as he jumped down from the city wall.
As he fell, he raised his broken staff above his head.
A faint blue light burst out from the tip of the staff, but that little light flickered like a candle in the wind.
Of course, this is because his magic level is not high, and the "vitality levitation" spell he uses can only make lighter objects float.
That wasn't enough to keep his body levitating.
But he still had to do it, because he had no other choice.
This was the only way he could do, betting that he would survive after jumping off the city wall.
If you continue to stay in the city, you will surely die.
As long as this spell can slow down the impact of his landing, it will be enough.
His robe fluttered with a whirring sound, and the downward airflow blew his beard upward.
The ground was approaching him at a very fast speed.
At this rate, there was no way he would survive.
He will definitely fall to death.
"Mana power is concentrated! Vitality is floating!"
He had just finished chanting the spell when his words were blown away by the strong wind.
He waved his staff desperately, trying to draw a complete magic symbol in the air, but the dizziness caused by the rapid fall made him have no idea what his hands were doing.
Thus, just two seconds later, his broken staff was twisted and deformed due to unstable magic power.
Finally, with a "snap" sound, several cuts appeared in his hands.
“No…No!”
He used his left hand to tightly grasp the broken staff, and with his right hand he took out a small bag of magic powder from his waist.
This was his last resort, and it was because he stole these precious magic powders and was accidentally locked in the magician's storage room that he survived.
At this time, he sprinkled the powder into the air, but most of it was immediately blown away by the wind.
But there is still a part that can be used by him.
"Energy! Float!"
He kicked his legs frantically, as if that would slow his fall.
“Whoosh!”
The hood of his robe was blown open by the air flow, revealing his sweaty forehead and eyes widened in fear.
The ground rapidly enlarged in the field of vision.
Those scattered rocks and dry and strange bushes that originally posed no threat were now extremely terrifying to him.
No matter which part of his body falls on it, the skin will be torn apart immediately.
"One more time! Vitality floating——"
This time, his broken staff exploded into a ball of sparks, tearing his palm into large and small pieces of flesh.
He cried out in pain and felt a piercing pain.
"ah--"
His voice was already filled with tears.
As a great magician, casting this spell is not a problem at all.
But now, his magic power has been exhausted, his magic weapon is damaged, and his spirit is on the verge of collapse.
Even casting this simple spell became impossible.
The ground was getting closer.
He shook his body desperately, but only saw his wrists splashing red liquid everywhere.
This action revealed a corner of the leather bag in his arms, which contained some kind of glowing powder.
Magic powder.
In the last moments of his life, he subconsciously adjusted his posture and used his body to protect the leather bag.
"At least...at least..."
But the sound of the wind quickly drowned out his whispers.
But just as he was about to touch the ground, a powerful magical wave suddenly enveloped his entire body.
He felt the air around him solidify instantly, and his falling speed indeed slowed down.
But it was too late.
He was too close to the ground.
"Bang!"
A dull crash echoed under the city wall.
His body bounced up like a rag doll and fell back down heavily.
His left leg was at an unnatural angle, and it was obvious that the bones were broken.
Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but he remained conscious.
In his blurred vision, he saw a person radiating light standing in front of him.
There was also a powerful magical force that he had never felt before.
“Help…Help…”
He struggled to lift the leather bag, but his arms began to fall limply only halfway up.
"Can you still speak?"
The person who spoke was the Great Sun Magician, Nan Tong.
From a distance, he saw the magician jumping down from the city wall.
So, Nan Tong almost immediately used his magic power and rushed here as quickly as possible, but it was still too late.
"Can you hear me?"
Nan Tong continued to ask, and he saw that the other person's pupils were slightly dazed.
It was obvious that he was about to die.
"Hold on, if you can hear me, focus your magic on your heart immediately."
"I have my own way to help you."
"Just do as I say."
In the eyes of this Hebrew magician, Nan Tong was just a blur of colors.
But in his daze, he still heard Nan Tong's words.
“Huff—”
Then he felt a warm surge of magic penetrating his body.
It was like being electrocuted when one was extremely tired and about to fall asleep.
His mind immediately became clear.
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