This is the feeling given by the Holy Light Scroll on the Bone Leech King.

It was like forcing the spring of life, enough to heal a city, into a broken clay pot that could only hold one cup of water and was covered in cracks!

The star magic power that was about to explode from the crazy compression in the Bone Leech King's body suddenly stopped!

Of course, it cannot fail to stagnate.

Because when the "Great Recovery Spell" recovered 100% of the maximum health per second, it had successfully activated the "blasphemous brand" that Mark had planted on it.

The effect of the Desecrated Brand is that the amount of treatment received is reduced by 30%, and each time treatment is received, the caster's spirit is damaged by 1.1 + the amount of treatment.

The target's healing effect will be discounted, but the "healing amount" term in the subsequent damage will not be discounted.

In fact, the Bone Leech King will not be killed instantly at the moment of receiving the "Great Recovery Technique".

Instead, it first restores 70% of its maximum health, and then directly harvests 100% of its health plus 1.1 times its mental damage!

The momentary extreme joy will only be followed by deeper and more complete destruction!

In such a climaxing state, how could the Bone Leech King concentrate on controlling his own magic power?

“Uh ...

The Bone Leech King let out a shrill howl that surpassed all the pain he had experienced before!

The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of the soul!

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

In its huge body, countless dazzling holy lights pierced from the inside out like sharp swords!

From the skull wound torn by Monica, blazing white holy light mixed with scarlet energy gushed out like a fountain!

The high-level healing scroll that Mark prepared specifically for powerful enemies finally took effect!

Boom!!!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull thud like a heavy hammer hitting a drum!

The body of the Bone Leech King silently...collapsed from the inside out!

There was no blood or flesh flying, no bones splattered.

The leech remains, mithril, star magic, and earth elemental magic that made up its body turned into countless tiny silver and dark red dust.

Like ashes blown away by a strong wind, it filled the entire cave space, then slowly fell and merged into the stinking pool water and broken rock cracks.

All that was left on the spot was a huge, charred pit, and at the bottom of the pit, a magic crystal with an ochre halo inside and a galaxy-shaped ring around it.

Star·King of Rockbone Leeches.

This king of Warcraft has been guarding deep in the mithril mines for hundreds of years and is about to complete his transformation.

It was completely wiped out by an "advanced healing technique" that it could not understand until its death!

There was deathly silence in the cave.

There was only the splash of gravel falling into the pool and the heavy and rapid breathing of several people.

Without the holy light, there was also no shining star magic from the Bone Leech King.

The soft milky white light once again became the most conspicuous presence in the cave.

Everyone's eyes finally turned to a corner of the cave.

The dark-skinned dwarf, holding the milky white columnar treasure, was patting his chest to calm down, looking at them slyly, with a complicated expression on his face as if he had survived a disaster.

The brief silence was broken by the black-skinned dwarf's exaggerated chest-beating sound.

"Phew! I was so scared! I almost got blown into a pulp by that idiot! This bone scum, he died in such a rude way!"

While breathing heavily, he knocked his forehead with the small fine gold hammer with lingering fear, making a crisp "ding ding" sound, as if to calm himself down.

His dark face showed relief at surviving the disaster, but his small eyes were rolling around, scanning Mark, Monica and Anna warily.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the magic crystal lying quietly at the bottom of the pit, with an ochre halo and galaxies flowing inside, then quickly fell back to the milky white column in his arms, and his arms subconsciously hugged it tighter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The dwarf laughed dryly a few times, trying to break the silence, but the sound seemed a little abrupt in the empty cave.

"Well done! I told you! If we work together, this shed-shelled hermit crab shouldn't be easy to catch! Look at this big guy, he was reduced to ashes without even a fart! What a pleasure! What a fucking pleasure!"

He took two steps forward, a little further away from the magic crystal pit, and also a little further away from Mark and the other two, with a smile that was a mixture of flattery and cunning on his face:

"Well... as we agreed earlier, here, that thing on the ground is yours! The freshly minted Bone Leech King Magic Crystal."

"Tsk tsk, look at this quality! A perfect blend of earth elemental and star magic, with a bit of that stupid bug's soul essence! Valuable! Definitely worth a fortune! More than enough to cover the ten percent I promised you! No, it's a ton of profit!"

He pointed at the magic crystal at the bottom of the pit, spit flying, as if he was selling some rare treasure.

"What did you say?!"

Anna raised her delicate eyebrows, her emerald green eyes widened with anger, and all her previous weakness was gone in anger.

"You cunning dark-skinned dwarf! We clearly agreed that if we teamed up to kill the Bone Leech King, we'd get 10% of the 'treasure'! That magic crystal was a trophy, it should have belonged to all of us! And now you want to use something that's rightfully ours to pay off your debt? Do you think we're fools?!"

The dwarf shrank back at Anna's questioning, but immediately stiffened his neck and argued:

"Hey! Little elf! You can't say that! What do you mean by 'it should belong to you'? If I hadn't found a way to break its shell, could you have killed it?"

"If I hadn't attracted all of its rage, would you have had the chance to dig out its magic crystal?"

"I created the opportunity for you to get that magic crystal, okay?! Besides, I just said 'I'll give you 10%', but I didn't make it clear if I meant 10% of this treasure or 10% of all the spoils! What evidence do you have to prove that I'm going to share the treasure with you? Little elf, learn to understand! Understand the problem!"

He spread out his hands with an expression that said, "I'm innocent, you just misunderstood me," but his fingers nervously tapped the treasure in his arms, revealing his guilty conscience.

"You're clearly making up stories! Shameless!"

Ana's cheeks flushed with anger, and she almost rushed up to argue, but Mark raised his hand and gently stopped her.

Mark's face was expressionless, and he looked calmly at the black-skinned dwarf who was jumping up and down and quibbling. The look in his eyes made the dwarf feel a little uneasy.

He spoke slowly, his voice low, but clearly heard over the dwarf's sophistry and the thud of falling rocks from the cave ceiling:

"Dark-skinned dwarf, you are right."

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, then a look of ecstasy crossed his face. "Right! I told you! You, a human boy, are sensible! That magic crystal..."

Mark interrupted him, his tone still steady, but with unquestionable power:

"That magic crystal may indeed be worth 10% of the profit from the 'treasure' in your hand. I don't deny that."