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Albert's heavy breathing echoed in the treetops. His huge body occupied most of the tree canopy. The rough bark rubbed against the branches of the ancient tree, making a harsh "crunching" sound. His red eyes stared at Mark on the left, like two burning coals, flashing a fierce light. He opened his big mouth full of fangs and let out a low roar, as if responding to Mark's words on the right, and as if declaring his existence. "Albert, you..." Mark on the left looked at Albert's hideous face, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart. He felt extremely sad that his partner, who had fought side by side, had become like this. "Shut up!" The replica Mark shouted, and a cold light flashed in his black pupils. He reached out and grabbed Albert's thick branch arm, as if controlling a weapon. "Albert, kill him!" Albert's red eyes flickered, as if he was hesitating. His huge body trembled slightly, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. He instinctively wanted to obey the orders of the replica Mark, but he still had a trace of hard-to-let-go emotion towards Mark.

"Roar!" Albert roared in pain, and his thick branch arm swung up and slapped Mark fiercely.

Mark dodged Albert's attack and quickly retreated a few steps to distance himself from Albert and Mark on the right. In the process of dodging, Mark accidentally stepped on a dead branch, and with a "crack", the dead branch broke. The fallen leaves and dust on the top of the tree were shaken and flew up, forming a dust mist in the sun.

Seeing this, the replica Mark immediately seized the opportunity and turned into a ball of black mist and pounced on Mark. The black mist rolled like a monster with bared fangs and claws, with a suffocating sense of oppression. The air on the top of the tree seemed to solidify, filled with a strange breath.

Mark was prepared and sent a fireball at the black mist. The fireball penetrated the black fog, making a "hiss" sound, but failed to hurt the replica Mark. Where the fireball passed, the black fog was like a torn cloth, revealing a momentary gap, but it soon closed again.

The black fog dissipated, and the replica Mark condensed into a human form again, standing not far from Mark on the left, with a mocking smile on his face. "It's useless. I can do what you can do, and you can't do what I can do. You can't hurt me." His voice was full of teasing, as if he was playing with a helpless prey.

Albert attacked again, and his huge body pressed towards Mark like a hill. His thick branch arms waved, bringing gusts of wind, and the leaves were rustled. The air on the top of the tree seemed to be full of oppression, making people breathless.

Mark fought and retreated, looking for an opportunity to escape. He flexibly avoided Albert's attacks, while being alert to the sneak attacks of the replica Mark. The energy in his hand shot out frequently like a spirit snake, drawing silver rays of light, which was particularly dazzling in the dim woods.

While dodging Albert's attack, he observed the surrounding environment and looked for terrain that could be used. The space on the top of the tree was limited, and there was not much room for him to move. He had to find a breakthrough as soon as possible, otherwise he would be defeated by the two of them sooner or later.

Mark spotted a gap, rolled to avoid Albert's attack, and then jumped back suddenly and jumped onto the branch of another tree. The branches shook violently, and the fallen leaves fell one after another.

"Want to run?" The clone Mark snorted coldly, turned into a ball of black mist, and chased after him.

Albert followed closely behind, and his huge body jumped between the branches, making a "crackling" sound of breaking. The branches were overwhelmed and broke one after another, and the fallen leaves fell like raindrops.

Mark shuttled quickly between the branches, using the dense branches and leaves as cover to avoid the pursuit of Albert and the clone Mark. He jumped, climbed, and rolled, and was agile and flexible like a monkey.

The clone Mark chased him relentlessly, and turned into a black mist that shuttled through the woods like a ghost, with an incredibly fast speed. He kept changing directions, trying to intercept Mark, but Mark could always predict his actions one step ahead and cleverly avoid his attacks.

Mark panted and said, "You can't kill me. You come from my body. If I die, I guess you can't live either."

The clone Mark also panted and said, "Not necessarily. As long as I absorb all your power, I will be an independent existence! Albert, do it!"

Albert roared and rushed towards Mark.

Mark's eyes condensed. He knew that he had no way to retreat, and he had to fight to the death.

Albert roared and waved his huge claws to slap Mark hard. Mark dodged Albert's attack by moving sideways, and quickly retreated a few steps to distance himself from Albert and the clone Mark. While dodging, Mark accidentally stepped on a dead branch, and with a "crack", the dead branch broke. Seeing this, the clone Mark immediately seized the opportunity and turned into a ball of black mist and pounced on Mark. Mark was prepared and pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed the black mist. The dagger penetrated the black mist, but failed to hurt the clone Mark. The black mist dissipated, and the clone Mark condensed into a human form again, standing not far from Mark, with a mocking smile on his face. "It's useless, give up." The corners of the clone Mark's mouth slightly raised, and his eyes were full of teasing.