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Mark fell to the ground helplessly, his chest aching like a fire, warm liquid slowly flowing down the wound, soaking his clothes. His vision was blurred, and he could only see Moloch's back gradually going away and disappearing into the thick night. The wind whistled in his ears, and the leaves rustled, as if mocking his powerlessness. He tried to raise his hand to cover the wound, but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Black mist gushed out of the wound of Mark who fell, and quickly wrapped his whole body. The mist rolled and surged, like boiling ink, and it looked particularly strange under the moonlight. A pungent fishy smell filled the air, which was disgusting. The surrounding trees seemed to have sensed this ominous breath, and the branches and leaves trembled and made a rustling sound.

An arm covered with black scales stretched out from the mist to support the ground, and the fingertips sank deeply into the soil. Mark slowly stood up, his movements stiff, like a puppet. His clothes had long been tattered, revealing his skin covered with black scales. The scales shone with a metallic luster, reflecting a cold light in the moonlight.

His eyes radiated red light, like two burning coals, which were particularly eye-catching in the dark. The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing Mark's hideous face. His facial features were distorted and deformed, like a demon, which was chilling. Sharp fangs stretched out from his mouth, flashing cold light in the moonlight.

"Roar--"

Mark howled to the sky, making an inhuman roar. The sound was sharp and piercing, echoing in the silent forest, startling countless birds. The trees shook more violently, as if they would be uprooted by this terrifying sound wave at any time. The ground trembled, the leaves fell, and the whole forest was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.

Moloch heard the movement behind him, stopped, and slowly turned back. He looked at the mutated Mark, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth rose, revealing a hint of excitement. "Oh? It seems there is a little surprise." He whispered to himself, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

He drew out his soft sword, and the blade flashed coldly in the moonlight. He took a fighting stance, leaned forward slightly, and locked his eyes on Mark, like a cheetah staring at its prey, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time. "Let me see how strong you are, monster." The mutated Mark turned into a black shadow, and rushed to Moloch in an astonishing speed. He swung his claws at Moloch's head, and the claws cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, like the sickle of the god of death, carrying the breath of death. Moloch did not dare to neglect and raised his sword to block. "Dang!" There was a sharp metal collision sound, and sparks flew everywhere. Moloch only felt a huge force coming from the sword, which made his palm numb and his arms sore. He involuntarily stepped back a few steps, staggered, and almost fell. "Good strength." Moloch stabilized his body, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips, and said with a hint of enthusiasm, "I like it!"

The mutated Mark pounced on Moloch again, his claws falling like raindrops, and every attack was violent and powerful enough to tear everything apart. Moloch waved his soft sword to resist Mark's attack. The soft sword danced in the air, like a spirit snake, flexible and swift.

The two fought fiercely in the forest. Trees were broken, leaves fell, the ground shook, and the whole forest was filled with the sound of their battle.

"Come again!" Moloch shouted, and the soft sword in his hand swung more violently, like a storm, sweeping towards Mark.

"Roar!" Mark roared like a beast, and instead of retreating, he pounced on Moloch again.

"Bang!"

"Dang!"

The fierce fighting sound continued to echo in the forest...

Mark's black claws collided with Moloch's soft sword again, making a deafening metal collision sound. Moloch's arm was numb from the shock, and he slid back half a step, plowing two shallow grooves in the soil under his feet. He clenched his teeth, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit. "Interesting!" Moloch growled, and with a flick of his wrist, the soft sword wrapped around Mark's arm like a spirit snake.

Mark roared, swung his arm violently, and the black scales rubbed against the soft sword, making a harsh sound. Moloch's soft sword was shaken away, and he took a step back and pulled away.

Mark shook his arm that was wrapped around the soft sword, staring at Moloch fiercely. He let out a low roar in his throat, like an enraged beast. He suddenly jumped up and pounced on Moloch like a cheetah.

Moloch's eyes were stern, and he did not retreat but advanced, his steps were flexible, and he rushed towards Mark. The soft sword in his hand danced like a dragon, drawing silver arcs of light in the air, attacking Mark's vitals.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of metal colliding resounded through the forest, and sparks flew everywhere. Mark's attack was fierce and violent, while Moloch's defense was flexible and changeable. The two fought back and forth, and each move was fatal. The battle was extremely fierce.

Mark swung a claw at Moloch's chest, and Moloch dodged sideways. The soft sword wrapped around Mark's wrist like a venomous snake. He pulled hard, trying to pull Mark to the ground.

Mark roared, and his wrist struggled hard to break free from the restraint of the soft sword. He clawed at Moloch's face with his backhand, and the sharp claw tip drew a cold light in the air.

Moloch hurriedly leaned back and barely avoided the attack. The sharp claws passed over his nose, bringing a hint of coolness.

Moloch stabilized his body, took a deep breath, and his eyes became sharper. He shook his wrist, and the soft sword danced like a spirit snake again.

The battle became more and more intense, and the figures of the two intertwined in the moonlight, like two ghosts shuttling through the woods.