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The roar became louder and louder, the ground began to tremble, and the ice crystals on the top of the temple fell one after another, making a crisp shattering sound that echoed in the empty temple. A huge figure slowly emerged from the darkness. It had a human body, but a ferocious beast head. Its two scarlet eyes were like burning coals, and it exuded a suffocating pressure, as if even the air had solidified.

Feeling this powerful breath, the originally fierce Ice Abyss Beast let out a low roar of fear, its huge body trembled, and it turned around and fled. It was so fast that it was like a white lightning and disappeared in the dark passage in an instant.

Mark and Albert looked at each other and saw shock and uneasiness in each other's eyes. Albert swallowed his saliva subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

Mark's face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "This power... is far beyond our imagination, we must leave here immediately!"

He took Albert's hand, and the two ran towards the entrance of the temple. The passage of the temple was winding, and the walls on both sides were carved with ancient runes, which looked weird and mysterious under the swaying firelight. Above their heads, ice crystals kept falling, making crackling sounds, as if foreshadowing the upcoming danger.

The behemoth seemed to notice their actions and let out a deafening roar, and the sound waves made the eardrums of the two people buzz. Then, it stomped its feet suddenly, and the whole temple shook violently, the ground collapsed instantly, and the gravel splashed.

Mark hurriedly transformed the black substance into a shield to block his back.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, the shield burst instantly, and turned into black matter again and merged into Mark's body.

Mark and Albert were blown away by the powerful impact and fell heavily to the ground.

Mark groaned, and a mouthful of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up, his eyes were blurred, and the dust was flying, choking him and making him cough non-stop. He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, and then anxiously looked for Albert.

"Albert! Albert!" Mark shouted loudly, his voice hoarse.

"I... I'm here..." A faint voice came from not far away.

Mark looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that Albert's legs were pressed by a huge rock, unable to move, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Hold on! I'm here to save you!" Mark didn't care about the pain in his body and ran towards Albert with all his strength. He tried to move the boulder away, but the boulder didn't move at all, as if it was connected to the ground. He clenched his teeth, gathered energy on his fingers, and an energy ball shot out instantly, shattering the boulder.

The giant beast was attracted by the huge energy and slowly approached. The heavy footsteps sounded like drums, and every step hit Mark's heart. He looked up, and the figure of the beast became clearer and clearer. The scarlet eyes exuded a bloodthirsty light, as if the god of death was staring at him.

Mark took a deep breath, pulled out his spear, pointed the tip of the spear at the beast, and his eyes were full of determination.

"Albert, you escape first!" Mark shouted, and then rushed towards the beast without hesitation.

Albert looked at Mark's back, his eyes full of despair and pain, and he shouted with all his strength: "Mark! Don't!"

Mark didn't look back, he knew he couldn't look back. He held the spear tightly, concentrated all his strength on the tip of the spear, and stabbed at the beast. The spear collided with the hard skin of the beast, making a harsh metal friction sound, but failed to pierce its defense. The beast let out a deafening roar, and a powerful shock wave shook Mark away. He fell heavily to the ground, feeling that his internal organs were displaced.

"Cough cough..." Mark coughed up a mouthful of blood, climbed up with difficulty, and the spear fell to the side.

He felt his strength was draining away rapidly.

The beast approached step by step, and a huge shadow enveloped Mark, and the breath of death was blowing in his face.