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Mark watched Elvira walk towards Eric step by step, his heart beating violently like a drum, his ears buzzing, and everything in front of him became blurred. He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, as if he had fallen into an abyss and couldn't extricate himself. He wanted to scream and struggle, but found that he didn't even have the strength to make a sound. The stone slabs on the square were distorted in his eyes, as if they had turned into hideous monsters, rushing towards him with fangs and claws.

Seeing this, Selina endured the severe pain brought by the backlash of magic power and raised the staff again. She clenched her teeth, her lips turned white because of the force, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She slowly chanted a more complex spell, she sacrificed her last vitality, her voice was low and powerful, like an ancient ballad, echoing in the empty square. The gem on the top of the staff burst into a dazzling light, and the light gradually increased, like a small sun, illuminating the entire square. The wind and clouds above the square stagnated, as if time had stopped flowing at this moment.

The light column shot up into the sky, piercing the clouds, tearing the dark sky apart and forming a huge vortex. In the center of the vortex, the light column spread out and turned into countless light points, like stars in the sky, flashing dazzling light. These light points fell like raindrops, falling on Mark, forming a golden light shield, freeing him from his restraints. The soldiers on the edge of the square and the residents hiding behind the buildings all looked at this scene in horror, as if they had seen a miracle coming.

After Mark broke free from his restraints, he immediately staggered towards Eric who was lying on the ground. He knelt beside Eric, tremblingly stretched out his hand, and probed Eric's breath. Eric's breathing was weak and almost imperceptible. His face was pale, his lips were purple, his body was covered with scars, and blood stained his armor red. Mark's heart sank, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He held Eric's hand tightly and asked in a trembling voice, "Lord Eric, how are you?"

Eric opened his eyes with difficulty. He saw Mark's anxious face and smiled weakly, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine... cough cough... just a little injured..." He said intermittently, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible. The wind blew over the square, rolling up the dust on the ground and blurring Mark's eyes. He blinked hard, trying to see Eric's face clearly, but found that everything in front of him became blurred.

Seeing this, Avella's eyes flashed with surprise. She didn't expect Selina to have the energy to exert such a powerful energy. She then snorted coldly, turned her wrist, waved her staff, and controlled the black silk thread to attack Mark like a venomous snake. The black silk thread twisted and entangled in the air, making a "hissing" sound, like a claw from hell, with a cold murderous intent, and went straight to Mark. The buildings around the square made a "creaking" sound under the pressure of the silk thread, as if they would collapse at any time.

Seeing this, Selina immediately controlled the light spots to form a protective shield around Mark. The light spots danced like fireflies, interweaving into an airtight net, blocking all the black silk threads. The light spots collided with the silk threads, making a "crackling" sound, like firecrackers exploding, with sparks flying everywhere. The shock wave generated by the fierce collision of spells shook the entire square, and the surrounding buildings shook violently, as if they would collapse at any time. The stone slabs on the square shattered under the action of the shock wave, forming a huge pit.

Mark picked up Eric and staggered to the edge of the square, trying to escape from Elvira's attack range. He staggered and his body swayed, as if he would fall at any time, but he still held Eric tightly, without any relaxation. Eric's body was heavy, pressing him to breathe, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, moving forward step by step. The gravel on the square hurt his feet, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He only had Eric in his eyes, and he had only one thought in his mind: he must take Eric away from here!

"Want to run?" Elvira sneered, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She flashed, like a ghost, and appeared in front of Mark, blocking his way. "Do you think you can escape?" Her tone was cold, like the cold wind from hell, which made people shudder. She slowly raised her right hand, and the black energy surged at her fingertips, like a black venomous snake, making a "hissing" sound.

Mark stopped and looked at Elvira, his eyes full of anger and despair. He gently put Eric on the ground, then slowly stood up, supporting his body with the broken hilt of the sword, and stood there shakily, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. "You...don't even think about it..." He said word by word with all his strength, his voice hoarse and firm.

Elvira smiled contemptuously, "You don't know what you can do." She turned her wrist and controlled the black silk thread to attack Mark...

The black silk thread was like a venomous snake, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, piercing Mark's chest. At the critical moment, a golden light flashed, and Selina's figure appeared in front of Mark. With a wave of the staff, a golden light curtain opened instantly, blocking the attacking black silk. The light curtain collided with the black silk, making a harsh friction sound and splashing sparks. Selina groaned, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and her face became a little paler, but she still stood firmly in front of Mark, her eyes full of determination. The stone slab in the center of the square shattered inch by inch under the impact of energy, and the splashing gravel hit the surrounding buildings, making a crackling sound.

"Selina! How are you?" Mark asked anxiously. He held the broken hilt of the sword, barely stood firm, and looked at Selina who was blocking him with concern. His voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor, and his eyes were full of worry.

Selina took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood in her body, and shook her head, "I'm fine, take Eric away!" She gritted her teeth and stared at Avella opposite her, not daring to relax at all. The staff in her hand trembled slightly, and the golden light flickered, obviously struggling to hold on. As her vitality was lost, Selina's energy gradually weakened. The wind in the square was stronger, rolling up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, flying in the air, forming vortices.

Avella sneered, "Want to leave? It's not that easy!" She quickly formed seals with both hands, and black silk threads surged around her, like boiling ink, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. "Today, none of you can leave!" She spoke coldly, with a sinister light flashing in her eyes. The black silk suddenly expanded and shot into the bodies of the ice beasts around the altar. "Roar"

Bursts of roars sounded.

The ice beasts lost their minds and began to attack the people around them.