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Mark felt the state of Bingying in the depths of his soul, which was almost transparent. He knew that if no miracle happened, Bingying would not recover. He felt an unprecedented anger and sadness surging from the bottom of his heart, like a volcanic eruption, uncontrollable. He looked up to the sky and roared an angry roar, his voice hoarse, with endless grief and despair, echoing in the empty square, shaking the surrounding buildings slightly. The dust on the square was vibrated by the sound waves and spread like waves.

With the roar, Mark's body underwent amazing changes. A powerful force surged from his body, like a rushing river, flowing in his blood vessels. His clenched fists trembled because of the force, and the veins bulged, like a dragon entwined on his arms. His eyes gradually turned blood red, emitting a chilling light, like a demon from hell. His robes fluttered without wind, as if they would burn at any time.

Selina resisted the grief of losing Bingying, staggered to Mark, grabbed his arm, and tried to stop him from continuing to die. "Mark, calm down! You're just going to die if you rush forward like this!" Her voice was trembling, with a crying tone, and her face was full of worry and anxiety. Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Mark's robe, leaving a dark mark.

Mark seemed not to hear Selina's voice. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Elvira in the distance, his eyes full of flames of hatred. He shook off Selina's hand with force, like a wounded beast, and let out a low roar. He staggered to his feet, his body swaying, as if he would fall down at any time.

Elvira was a little surprised by Mark's change. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in her scarlet eyes. She felt a familiar soul fluctuation in Mark, which was exactly the same as her soul. However, this trace of doubt soon disappeared, replaced by a stronger contempt. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she stared at Mark with cold eyes, as if looking at a dying ant.

"Oh, a dying struggle?" Elvira laughed contemptuously, her voice like the cry of a night owl, sharp and piercing. She slowly raised her right hand, and the black energy surged on her slender fingertips, like black venomous snakes, constantly twisting and entwining, making a "sizzling" sound. Under the pressure of the energy, the trees around the square made a "crunching" sound, and the leaves fell one after another, like a green rain.

Feeling the dangerous aura emanating from Mark, Elvira decided to take the initiative. She no longer hesitated and turned the black energy in her hand into a sharp blade, like the sickle of the god of death, emitting a chilling cold light. She swung her arm violently, and the black blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like a black lightning, heading straight for Mark and Selina. Wherever the blade passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a "sizzling" sound. The sharp edge of the blade cut a deep gully on the stone slab on the ground of the square, and gravel splashed.

Selina sensed the danger, pushed Mark away, and endured Elvira's attack. The black blade cut through her robe, leaving a deep wound on her body. Blood gushed out, staining her robe and the ground of the square red. "Ah!" Selina screamed in pain, and her body fell limply in a pool of blood. The square was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting. Mark saw Selina injured again and fell into madness. His eyes were bloodshot, like a beast that had lost its mind, and he let out a deafening roar. He no longer cared about the pain in his body, and rushed towards Elvira desperately, waving the broken hilt in his hand, fighting like a madman. "I'm going to kill you!" He roared, his voice like a devil from hell, full of hatred and despair. His steps were messy, his body was swaying, as if he would fall down at any time, but he still didn't stop, and there was only Elvira in his eyes. The stone slabs on the square were crushed by his steps, making a "crackling" sound, just like his heartbeat, rapid and heavy.

"Avella! I want you to die!" Mark roared and rushed towards Avella, with the broken sword in his hand flashing cold light.

Mark staggered to Avella, raised the broken hilt high, and chopped it down fiercely. The hilt cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Avella smiled contemptuously and dodged Mark's attack sideways.

"Don't overestimate your ability." Avella snorted coldly, and a black energy ball condensed in her hand. "Go to hell!" She smashed the energy ball hard at Mark.

Mark had no time to dodge, was hit by the energy ball, and fell heavily to the ground. He spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground red. The guards on the square watched this scene in horror, but did not dare to step forward to stop it.

"Is that all you can do?" Avella looked down at Mark who was lying on the ground, with a mocking look on her face. "It's so disappointing." She slowly raised her right hand, ready to condense the energy ball again.

Mark struggled to get up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of unyielding and anger. "I won't let you succeed!" He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Avella again.

He waved the broken hilt and attacked Avella again and again. Although his attack was disorderly, it was full of power, forcing Avella to deal with it seriously. She kept dodging Mark's attack, with a little impatience on her face.

Mark's attack became more and more crazy, he completely gave up defense and poured all his strength into attacking. The wounds on his body continued to increase, and the blood stained his robes red, but he didn't feel anything at all, and only Avella was in his eyes.