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Mark narrowed his eyes slightly and examined the goblin in front of him. The strong wind blew up the yellow sand all over the sky and hit his face, but it did not shake his determination at all.

"Are you sure?" He asked in a deep voice, with a hint of doubt in his tone. The goblin nodded quickly, like pounding garlic, fearing that Mark would go back on his word.

"Sure! Sure! I swear! I will definitely return the energy of the holy stone to you!" Its voice was a little sharp because of fear, and its gray-green skin became even paler due to tension, and even showed a sickly blue-gray color. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down from its pointed forehead and evaporated instantly in the wind and sand.

Mark looked at the panicked look of the goblin and sneered in his heart. Of course, he would not easily believe the goblin's words, but this did not prevent him from taking advantage of the goblin's fear.

He slowly put down the fragment of the holy stone in his hand, but remained vigilant, ready to attack again at any time. The wind and sand on the Gobi Desert were still fierce, whistling in the ears like ghosts and wolves howling. In the distance, rolling sand dunes were vaguely visible, like a giant beast crawling on the ground, silently watching everything in front of it.

"Okay, I'll give you this chance." Mark said in a cold tone, staring at the goblin sharply,

"Now, let's start." He slightly turned sideways and gently placed Albert next to a relatively flat boulder. Albert's face was pale and his breathing was weak. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

After doing this, Mark refocused his attention on the goblin.

Seeing this, the goblin breathed a long sigh of relief. It looked at Mark carefully, then took a deep breath and slowly closed its eyes.

Its thin body trembled slightly, as if it was suffering great pain.

It muttered something in its mouth, and its voice was low and hoarse, like an ancient spell, which seemed particularly strange in the wind and sand. A ball of golden mist slowly rose from the goblin's chest, circling and dancing in the air like a smart golden snake. The mist gathered more and more, gradually forming a golden ball of light, which emitted a soft light and illuminated the dim Gobi Desert around it. The energy fluctuations of the light ball were very similar to the fragments of the holy stone in Mark's hand, which was obviously the energy of the holy stone absorbed by the goblin.

Mark stared at the light ball in the air, but he did not act rashly and remained vigilant.

He knew that the goblins were extremely cunning and could play tricks at any time. He had to be careful to ensure that there was no mistake. The goblin's chanting became louder and louder, and the light ball became larger and brighter. The wind and sand on the Gobi Desert seemed to be affected by the light ball and became more violent, like an angry beast, roaring and tearing everything around it.

Suddenly, the goblin's chanting stopped abruptly, and it suddenly opened its eyes, with a hint of sinister light flashing in its eyes.

It stretched out its dry claws, grabbed the light ball in the air, then turned around and ran towards the distant sand dunes. "Want to run?" Mark snorted coldly. He was prepared for it, and his figure shot out like lightning, and he caught up with the goblin in an instant. He grabbed the goblin's shoulder and squeezed it hard. The goblin screamed, and the light ball in his hand also flew out of his hand and flew towards Mark.

Mark grabbed the light ball and felt a warm touch. The energy fluctuations of the light ball and the fragments of the holy stone fit perfectly, as if they should be one. He nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly moved the light ball closer to the fragments of the holy stone in his hand.

The moment the light ball came into contact with the fragments of the holy stone, it melted into it like melting ice and snow, and the light of the fragments of the holy stone also increased, emitting a more dazzling light. The goblin collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of despair. It knew that it had completely failed. It struggled to get up, but found that it was weak and unable to move. Mark walked up to the goblin and looked down at it.

"Do you have anything else to say?" he asked in a cold tone. The goblin shook his head helplessly. He knew that he had no more chips. He could only silently bear the bitter fruit of failure.

The black substance on Mark's arm stretched out and turned into a rope, trapping the goblin tightly.