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Eric's silver armor was now stained with blood, which was particularly shocking in the dim sky. He began to swing his battle axe slowly, and his breathing became heavy. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down his angular cheeks. The black fog in the square seemed to be even thicker, rolling in the air like ink, covering Eric's figure, making him look more lonely and brave. From time to time, the sound of silk threads cutting through the air came from the thick fog, sharp and piercing, and creepy. The soldiers on the edge of the square watched the battle nervously, and their palms were full of sweat as they clenched their weapons.

"Grand Elder..." Mark struggled to stand up, but collapsed to the ground powerlessly, groaning in pain. He looked at Eric, who was surrounded by black silk threads, and his heart was full of worry and self-blame. He clenched his teeth and tried his best to stand up again, but it was in vain. Selina lay beside him, her face pale, her breath weak, and her life or death uncertain. The stone slabs on the square were broken, and the ruins were in ruins, as if the end of the world had come.

Avella watched Eric gradually fall behind, and a smug smile appeared on her face. Her scarlet eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, like a venomous snake staring at its prey, exuding a chilling murderous intent. "Eric, you are not my opponent after all." Her tone was cold, with a hint of sarcasm, "Give up resistance, your soul will eventually belong to me." Her slender fingers danced in the air, controlling the black silk thread to tighten more and more, like a black giant python, wrapping Eric tightly.

The black silk thread was like a thorn in the bone, tightly wrapped around Eric, making his bones creak. The armor on his body was deformed by the silk thread and deeply embedded in his flesh and blood. Blood kept pouring out, dyeing the silver armor red. He was waving the battle axe more and more strenuously, and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if he would suffocate to death at any time. The black fog on the square swirled like a whirlpool, completely engulfing Eric's figure, leaving only the creepy sound of silk thread friction echoing in the air. The buildings around the square looked even more gloomy and terrifying under the erosion of the thick fog, like a ghost cave.

Seeing this, Mark endured the severe pain in his body, picked up a broken spear from the ground, and threw it at Avella with all his strength. He knew that his current strength was insignificant, but even if he was trying to stop a chariot with his arms, he had to do something. The spear whistled out with a broken wind sound, drew a black arc in the dim sky, and went straight to Avella. Above the square, dark clouds rolled, lightning and thunder roared, as if cheering for Mark's courage. The broken spear carried Mark's last hope, cut through the thick fog, and went straight to the target like a meteor.

The spear whistled out with a broken wind sound and hit Avella's shoulder. Elvira groaned, and a wound appeared on her shoulder. Black blood slowly flowed out, staining her robe red. She frowned slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes, but she was not seriously injured. A gust of wind blew in the square, blowing away the diffuse dust, revealing the figure of Elvira. Her face was gloomy, and her scarlet eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, like a demon from hell, which was chilling.

Selina struggled to get up from the ground. She was pale, her lips were chapped, and her body was covered with blood and dust. She looked very embarrassed. She picked up a staff from the ground, which she had lost in the battle. When the staff was in hand, a familiar energy flowed through her body, making her feel a little relieved. She took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in her body, and began to chant the spell. In the square, the wind whistled and the thunder roared, as if accompanying her spell.

As Selina chanted, the gem on the top of the staff emitted a soft white light, which gradually intensified and illuminated the surrounding darkness. The white light was like a sharp arrow, shooting at the black silk thread wrapped around Eric. Under the illumination of the white light, the black silk thread melted like ice and snow, making a "sizzling" sound. The pressure on Eric suddenly decreased. He took a deep breath, swung the battle axe, split a passage, and rushed out of the encirclement of the black silk thread. He quickly stepped back a few steps, distanced himself from Avella, panted, adjusted his breathing, and prepared to attack again. The square was in a mess with dust flying and gravel rolling.

Avella watched Eric escape and sneered, "It's just a dying struggle." She turned her wrist and controlled the black silk thread to attack Eric again. This time, the silk thread was faster and more powerful, like a black lightning, cutting through the air and heading straight for Eric. Above the square, dark clouds rolled, lightning and thunder flashed, as if foreshadowing the danger Eric was about to face.

Eric waved his battle axe and tried to resist the attack of the black thread, but this time he was a little powerless. The black thread was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, tightly wrapped around his body, making his bones creak. His movements became slower and slower, and his breathing became more and more difficult. New wounds continued to appear on his body, and blood stained his armor red. He gritted his teeth and supported himself, but he knew that he was about to collapse.

The black thread was wrapped around Eric's body like a venomous snake, and finally knocked him out. Eric's body was like a kite with a broken line, drawing an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground in the square, splashing a cloud of dust. He spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, staining the ground red, and his body twitched slightly for a few times, and then he lost his movement. There was a dead silence in the square, with only the whistling of the wind, as if lamenting Eric's fall.

"Lord Eric!" There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

"Eric!" Mark roared, trying to rush over, but his body could not move.

Elvira sneered, "Unable to withstand a single blow." She slowly walked towards Eric, her eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, like a beast staring at its prey.

"You devil!" Mark roared with all his strength.

Mark struggled, veins popping out on his forehead, but he was bound like a silkworm chrysalis, unable to move at all. He watched Elvira walk towards Eric step by step, his heart filled with despair and anger. "Let me go! You crazy woman!" He roared, his voice hoarse.