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Mark took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart. The ice sword in his hand was still pointing at the man in black, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light. "How did Toby kill Elvira? Tell me in detail!" His voice was low and trembling.

The man in black shrank, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He licked his cracked lips and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Toby... He... He used a kind of... A power we have never seen before..." He swallowed hard and continued: "It was a kind of... Black flame..."

"Black flame?" Mark repeated the words of the man in black, frowning, and the picture of Elvira lying in a pool of blood appeared in his mind, and his heart twitched suddenly.

"Yes... Yes..." The man in black nodded quickly, "That flame... can devour everything... Lord Elvira... She... She didn't even have a chance to resist..." As he said, his body began to tremble violently, as if he had returned to that horrible night.

Mark was silent for a moment, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. Then, he opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he raised the ice sword again, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the heart of the man in black. "What exactly is 'he'?" His voice was cold, like the cold wind from hell.

The face of the man in black who was kneeling on the ground turned pale in an instant. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a long time, and could only make a "uh uh" sound. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, glittering in the firelight. He looked at Mark in horror, his eyes full of despair. In the cave, the air seemed to solidify, making people feel suffocated. The sound of dripping water echoed in the silent cave, like the footsteps of the god of death, knocking on the heart of the man in black one by one.

Seeing this, the other man in black was terrified. He could no longer care about anything else and turned around and ran towards the cave entrance. He stumbled and panicked, as if there was an evil ghost chasing him behind him.

"Want to run?" Mark snorted coldly, backhanded a sword, and cut off one of the arms of the kneeling man in black. The man in black screamed miserably and rolled on the ground, covering his wound. Blood gushed out, staining the ground red, which was particularly dazzling in the firelight.

Almost at the same time, Mark shook his wrist, and an ice sword broke through the air, with a sharp whistling sound, and accurately nailed the back of the fleeing man in black. The man in black groaned, his body stiffened for a moment, and then fell heavily to the ground, motionless. The ice sword exuded a chill, which quickly spread on the back of the man in black, freezing him into an ice sculpture. In the cave, the air seemed to have dropped several degrees, making people feel a chill.

The last remaining man in black collapsed to the ground, shivering, with a pool of dark liquid oozing from his trouser legs, emitting a pungent smell. He looked at Mark in horror, his eyes full of fear and despair. He knew that he could no longer escape. He took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision. He raised his head, looked at Mark, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I said... I said..."

Mark retracted his gaze and looked coldly at the last man in black, waiting for his answer. In the cave, there was a dead silence, with only the crackling sound of the burning torch and the heavy breathing of the man in black.

"Lord Toby... he... he is the incarnation of 'him' in the world..." the man in black said intermittently, "'him'... is... the evil god sealed by the holy stone in ancient times..." He swallowed hard and continued, "Lord Toby asked... us... we are responsible for collecting sacrifices... to revive 'him'..."

"Collect sacrifices?" Mark repeated the words of the man in black, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "What sacrifices?"

The man in black trembled and said: "It is... the human soul..." He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Mark's eyes, "Lord Toby... he... he used a mysterious ritual... to sacrifice human souls to 'him'..."

"What ritual?" Mark asked, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

The man in black hesitated for a moment, then said: "I... I don't know... I only know... Lord Toby needs a lot of souls... to... to completely revive 'him'..."

Mark listened to the man in black's narration, his expression solemn. He raised the ice sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart of the man in black.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Mark's voice was cold, as if it came from the Netherworld.

The man in black shook his head in horror, "No...no more...I...I've told you everything I know..."

Mark didn't ask any more questions. He thrust the ice sword in his hand down and pierced the heart of the man in black. The man in black groaned, his body twitched a few times, and then he stopped moving. Blood flowed down the sword and dripped onto the ground, making a "tick, tick" sound. In the cave, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Mark slowly pulled out the ice sword, which was covered with blood and looked particularly dazzling under the firelight. He looked at the body of the man in black on the ground with cold eyes, without the slightest fluctuation.

Mark walked out of the cave, and a gust of cold wind blew in his face, making him feel a little sober. He looked back at the cave with a complicated look. He didn't know whether he appeared because he traveled through it, or whether he existed in the first place. But since the Holy Stone can seal him, there should be a way if we gather all the fragments of the Holy Stone!