The stone shell exploded with a thunderous crash under the eruption of Lin Du's long-accumulated Magic Power!
An invisible shockwave violently spread outward from him, whipping up a small storm within the cramped hospital ward.
The first to bear the brunt of it was Snape, standing close by and completely unprepared.
He only felt an immense force slam brutally into his chest. His entire body lifted off the ground and flew backward, crashing heavily into the cold stone wall with a dull thud.
The potion bottle in his hand flew free as well, its contents splashing across the floor.
His nerves, already stretched to their absolute limit from severe sleep deprivation, snapped instantly under the sudden blow.
His vision went black. He slid down the wall and collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
Lin Du sat amid the wreckage of the hospital bed and coughed violently several times. The sensation of fresh air flooding into his lungs left him somewhat dizzy.
He moved his stiff wrists and neck, his bones making faint cracking sounds.
He was free?
Just like that... he had blown his way out?
He warily looked toward the black figure collapsed in the corner.
Snape did not move.
"Dead?" Chao Feng's voice carried a trace of uncertainty.
Lin Du frowned, carefully climbed down from the bed, and crouched beside Snape.
He reached two fingers toward the man's neck—his pulse was still there. It was somewhat fast, but steady enough.
His breathing was stable as well, though his face was frighteningly pale, with deep dark circles beneath his eyes.
"He just fainted." Lin Du sighed in relief, then turned his gaze toward the shattered little bottle and the dark green potion spilled across the floor nearby.
The aura that had put him