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Elvira manipulated the black silk thread, like a puppet, pulling Selina out and suspending her in midair. Selina closed her eyes, lost consciousness, and her body drooped weakly, like a kite with a broken string. In the square, the originally broken stone slabs turned into powder in the explosion just now, filling the air and choking people to cough. A few rays of setting sun shone through the thick dust on Selina's pale face, making her look even more lifeless.

On the walls of the Holy City, the soldiers who witnessed this scene exclaimed, and some couldn't help but tighten their weapons in their hands, but dared not act rashly. At the edge of the square, the broken flags fluttered weakly in the wind, making a "hula hula" sound, as if lamenting Selina's fate.

The ground in the center of the square suddenly cracked, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth, and a large amount of black fog gushed out of the cracks, spreading rapidly, shrouding the entire square in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. The thick fog rolled like boiling ink, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. The buildings around the square seemed to have turned into ghostly silhouettes under the erosion of the thick fog, appearing even more eerie and terrifying.

A huge black claw stretched out from the thick fog, covered with sharp barbs, flashing a cold light. The claw stretched out like lightning, grabbed Selina's ankle and dragged her down. Selina's body shook violently in the air, as if she would be dragged into the abyss of hell at any time. Above the square, dark clouds rolled, lightning and thunder roared, as if accompanying this tragedy.

Seeing this, Elvira showed a smug smile on her face. She increased the energy output, and the black silk thread stretched straight, like steel bars, trying to speed up the speed of soul-stealing. There was a greedy light flashing in her scarlet eyes, as if she had seen the scene of Selina's soul being devoured by her. In the square, the black fog became thicker and thicker, almost blocking all the light, and the entire square was plunged into darkness.

At the same time, a golden light burst out from Mark, like the rising sun, dispelling some of the black fog. The golden light flowed on his body, like golden dragons, and finally condensed into a lightsaber shining with holy light. The lightsaber emitted powerful energy fluctuations, and the air around it seemed to be burned, making a "crackling" sound. Under the illumination of the lightsaber, the black fog on the square melted like ice and snow, revealing a clear and bright scene.

The lightsaber was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the darkness, cutting off the black silk thread wrapped around Selina, and pulling her back to the ground. Selina's body fell heavily on the ground of the square, making a muffled sound. The stone slabs on the square shattered under her, splashing a cloud of dust.

Mark opened his eyes weakly. He was pale, his lips were chapped, and his body was covered with scars. He looked like a bloody man. But his eyes were firm, like burning flames, full of unyielding will. He struggled to stand up, supporting his body with the broken hilt, and staggered in front of Selina, facing Elvira. In the square, the setting sun was like blood, stretching his figure long, like a lonely warrior, guarding the hope behind him.

"Elvira..." Mark's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, but he said word by word, "You...don't even think about...hurting her..."

Elvira smiled contemptuously, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Don't overestimate your ability." She stretched out her right hand, spread her five fingers, and the black silk thread danced at her fingertips, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. "Do you think you can still protect her in your current state?"

Mark clenched the broken sword in his hand, and the fragments on the hilt pierced his palm, and blood flowed down the hilt and dripped onto the stone slabs of the square. He clenched his teeth and said nothing, but stared at Elvira more firmly, leaning forward slightly, ready to fight. The wind in the square blew up the corners of his clothes, rustling like a war flag.

"Huh, so touching." A trace of sarcasm flashed in Elvira's eyes. She turned her wrist and controlled the black silk thread to attack Selina again. This time, the silk thread was faster and more numerous, rushing towards Selina like a black tide.

"No!" Mark roared, waving the broken sword in his hand vigorously, trying to block the attack of the black silk thread. But his injuries were too severe and his movements were slow, and he could not resist Elvira's attack at all.

At this moment, a figure rushed out of the crowd and blocked Selina. It was a tall man wearing silver armor and holding a huge battle axe. He waved the battle axe and cut off all the black silk threads that attacked.

"Great Elder Eric!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Eric destroyed the invading dark monsters and came to support. He looked at Selina lying on the ground, then at the weak Mark, and said in a deep voice: "Mark, you protect Selina, leave this to me."

Mark looked at Eric gratefully and nodded. He knew that in his current state, he could not protect Selina at all.

Eric turned around and faced Elvira, his eyes sharp. "Elvira, your evil deeds end here." He raised the battle axe and pointed at Elvira, and his voice resounded through the square like thunder. "In the name of the Holy Stone, I will punish you!"

Elvira sneered, "Just you?" She controlled the black silk thread, like a black giant python, and entangled Eric.

Eric waved the battle axe and cut off the attacking black silk threads one by one. He has been through hundreds of battles and is experienced. Facing Elvira's attack, he was not at all confused. In the square, the battle axe collided with the silk thread, making bursts of metal collision sounds and sparks flying.

Elvira frowned slightly. She didn't expect Eric's strength to be so strong. She increased her energy output, manipulating more black threads to attack Eric. The black threads surged toward Roger like a tide, surrounding him.

Eric swung his battle axe, slashing left and right, trying to resist the attack of the black threads. But he was outnumbered after all, and gradually felt powerless. Scars began to appear on his body, and blood flowed out through the gaps in his armor.