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Mark helped Albert walk slowly to the corpse of the beast. The beast was motionless, its huge body lying in the middle of the cave, its charred scales scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood.

Mark poked the beast with his fire sword, and it felt cold and hard, without any reaction.

"It seems to be really dead." Mark breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He turned his head to look at Albert, and found that Albert's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and cold sweat was on his forehead. "How are you?" Mark asked worriedly.

Albert smiled weakly and waved his hand, "It's okay, it's an old problem, just rest for a while."

He covered his chest and coughed violently, and a few drops of blood dripped through his fingers, staining the dusty ground red. Mark frowned. He knew that Albert's "old problem" referred to the recurrence of old injuries. Albert was already scarred after surviving the battle in the Holy City. If he had not been recuperating in a static space, his injuries would have erupted long ago. This time, he forced the staff to activate, and I am afraid that his injuries would be aggravated.

After confirming that the giant beast was completely dead, in order to find out the origin of this monster, Mark decided to check the giant beast's single eye. He carefully cut the giant beast's eyelid with a fire sword.

A thick black liquid gushed out of the giant beast's single eye, accompanied by a pungent stench, like the smell of a rotting corpse, which was disgusting. Mark subconsciously covered his nose, took a few steps back, and his stomach churned.

This stench also made Albert more uncomfortable. He coughed violently, and more blood gushed out of his mouth, staining the ground red, which was shocking.

At this moment, something strange happened. The body of the giant beast began to tremble violently, and the black flames that had been extinguished burned again and quickly spread all over the body, like the fire of hell reappearing in the world. The color of the flames was deeper than before, exuding a more terrifying breath.

"Not good!" Mark realized that something was wrong and immediately pulled Albert's hand, "Run!"

Albert was weak at this time and could only stand with Mark's support.

Mark pulled him and staggered towards the exit of the cave. Behind him, the burning body of the giant beast made crackling sounds, as if something was about to burst out.

The stone wall of the cave also began to shake, and gravel kept falling.

"Hurry! Faster!"

Mark looked back and saw that the flames on the body of the giant beast were getting stronger and stronger, and the whole cave was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire. Just as they were about to run to the entrance of the cave, the burning body of the giant beast exploded. The impact of the explosion was like a hurricane, blowing Mark and Albert away. The two fell heavily at the entrance of the cave and rolled out of the cave.

Mark felt a sharp pain and his eyes were blurred. He struggled to get up, shaking his head, trying to wake himself up. Smoke billowed at the entrance of the cave, and rubble was scattered all over the ground.

"Albert!" Mark shouted Albert's name loudly, his heart full of worry. He stumbled to Albert's side and found that Albert was unconscious, covered with dust and blood. Mark hurriedly checked Albert's injuries and found that Albert's breath was weak and his heartbeat was slow. His heart sank, knowing that Albert's injuries were very serious.

"Albert, wake up!" Mark gently patted Albert's cheek, trying to wake him up. Albert did not respond and was still unconscious. Mark gritted his teeth, he knew he could not delay any longer. He carried Albert on his back, staggered out of the cave, and walked in the direction he came from.

"Hold on, Albert, we will definitely get out." Mark whispered as he walked, his tone firm and powerful.

The night wind whistled, the shadows of the trees swayed, and Mark's figure looked particularly lonely in the moonlight.

"Ahem..." Albert coughed weakly twice, his eyelids trembling slightly.

"Albert! You're awake!" Mark shouted happily.

Albert opened his eyes, looked around confusedly, then looked at Mark and said weakly: "... Water..." "Water..." Albert's voice was as weak as a mosquito's hum, his lips were cracked, and there was a trace of blood. His vision was blurred, and he could only vaguely see Mark's face shaking.

Mark immediately put Albert down, gathered energy, generated a small water ball, and carefully sent the water to Albert's mouth. "Drink slowly." He urged, his eyes full of concern.

Albert greedily drank a few sips of water, and the burning sensation in his throat eased slightly. He took a deep breath and felt that he had recovered some strength.

"Ahem..." He coughed again, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

Mark patted Albert's back gently, frowning. "How is it? Feeling better?" Albert nodded slightly, leaned against a stone, closed his eyes and rested. The moonlight sprinkled through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on his pale face.

Mark looked around, confirmed that the surroundings were safe, and took out some dry food and herbs from his bag.

"Eat something first." He handed the dry food to Albert, crushed the herbs, and applied them to the wound on Albert's chest. Albert took the dry food and ate it slowly. He ate very little and put it down soon. "I... I can't walk anymore..." He said weakly, with a hint of despair in his voice. Mark looked at Albert's weak appearance, and his heart was full of heartache.

"Don't worry, I'll carry you out and come in to investigate later," he said firmly, helped Albert up, and let him lean on him.

"Thank you..." Albert whispered, closed his eyes, and let Mark carry him forward. The mountain road was rugged and the night was dark. Mark carried Albert on his back and walked forward step by step. Sweat soaked his clothes, but he never stopped.