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The light of the runes on the altar dimmed instantly, like an extinguished firefly, losing its original brilliance. Mark sat up suddenly, and the light column dissipated. He looked around in confusion, frowning, as if he had not yet completely woken up from the strange state just now. The trees around the altar swayed in the night wind, making rustling sounds, like the whispers of ghosts, giving him an unreal feeling. He looked down at his hands, and the black scales on the back of his hands had faded, replaced by the original skin color. He looked up at Toby again, his eyes gradually became sharper, like a hawk, revealing a compelling momentum. There was a tense atmosphere in the air, like a taut string that could break at any time.

The moonlight sprinkled on the altar, reflecting the anger burning on Mark's face, like a volcano about to erupt. He stood up suddenly and walked towards Toby step by step. Every step made the ground tremble slightly, as if carrying a thousand pounds of force. The surrounding trees swayed in the night wind, making a "rustling" sound, like a ghostly whisper, adding a touch of weird atmosphere to the tense scene. The runes on the altar have dimmed and lost their original brilliance, like an extinguished firefly, which looks particularly desolate in the dark.

Toby was not to be outdone and met Mark's gaze. His eyes were deep and cold, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, without a trace of emotional fluctuation. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care about Mark's anger at all. Between the two of them, it seemed as if an invisible electric current flashed, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere, which was suffocating.

Mark walked up to Toby, grabbed his collar and lifted him up. Toby's feet were off the ground and his body was suspended in the air, but there was no panic on his face, but a hint of sarcasm. Mark's fingers were tightly clasped on Toby's collar, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. His chest was rising and falling violently, and his breathing was heavy and rapid, like a bellows.

"Toby!" Mark's voice was low and hoarse, like a demon from hell, "You betrayed the Holy City, you killed so many people, why did you do this!" His eyes were full of anger and pain, as if he wanted to tear Toby into pieces.

Toby sneered and struggled to break free from Mark's restraints. He stepped back a few steps and straightened his collar that was wrinkled by Mark. His movements were elegant and calm, as if everything that happened just now was just an insignificant joke. He raised his head and looked at Mark with contempt, "Toby, my friend, I haven't seen you for thousands of years. Is this your attitude towards your savior?" His tone was flat and indifferent, as if he was stating something very ordinary.

Mark sneered at Toby, he clenched his fists, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound. "Savior?" He repeated Toby's words, his tone full of sarcasm, "Your so-called savior, is it to sacrifice countless innocent lives in the Holy City? Sacrifice Lily?" He swung his fist and hit Toby's face hard.

Toby dodged quickly, and Mark's fist whizzed past his cheek, bringing a gust of wind. His figure flashed and appeared behind Mark, and at the same time, a dazzling energy ball condensed in his hand, hitting Mark's back hard.

Mark dodged the attack of the energy ball sideways, and the energy ball flew past his body and hit the altar behind him. The remaining offerings on the altar were hit by the energy ball and turned into ashes in an instant.

Mark ignored the altar behind him, he turned around and punched Toby. Toby dodged again, and at the same time, a dagger flashing with cold light appeared in his hand. He held the dagger with his backhand and stabbed it towards Mark's abdomen.

Mark was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed Toby's wrist to stop his attack. The sharp dagger stopped an inch in front of Mark's abdomen, and the cold blade touched his skin, bringing a piercing chill.

The two of them were in a stalemate, their eyes met in the air, like two sharp swords, colliding with fierce sparks. The air around them seemed to solidify, filled with a tense atmosphere.

Toby turned his wrist and tried to break free from Mark's grip, but Mark's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly grasping his wrist, without loosening at all. A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and his other hand clenched into a fist and smashed hard towards Mark's chest.

Mark dodged Toby's attack sideways, and at the same time twisted Toby's wrist hard. Toby felt pain, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, with a "clang" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent valley.

The two let go at the same time and pulled away. Toby rubbed his wrist that was twisted by Mark, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He bent down to pick up the dagger and posed for attack again.

The two men fought again, punching and kicking each other, and every move was fatal. Under the moonlight, their figures intertwined, like two ghosts shuttling through the woods, and the sound of fierce fighting resounded through the valley.

"Tell me, why did you kill Lily!" Mark punched Toby in the face and roared.

Toby dodged Mark's attack and punched Mark in the abdomen with his backhand. "I avenged Lily, and I have eliminated Avella!" Toby gritted his teeth and said.

The two men fought again, punching and kicking each other, and every move was fatal.

"Traitor, there is no good end!" Mark kicked Toby in the chest.

Toby blocked Mark's attack and sneered, "The winner is the king and the loser, history is written by the victor!"

Mark did not speak, but looked at Toby coldly, with anger in his eyes. The scene of the battle in the Holy City was vivid. If Toby had not handed Lily to Gru, Gru would not have transformed into Avella, and the Holy City would not have been destroyed.