The huge force that was enough to break ordinary steel fell on the deep blue ice, but only left a shallow white mark only a few inches deep!

The sound was so dull that it seemed to strike the eternal core of a star. The recoil force was transmitted back along the ice pick, causing Mark's arm to go numb, his knuckles to crack, and blood to instantly dye the pick handle red.

"Fuck!" The redness in Mark's eyes became even brighter.

A certain kind of violence and paranoia towards this sealed wall, originating from the depths of his soul, completely overwhelmed his shaky sanity.

He doesn't care!

The arm was raised high again! Smashing down!

Raise it again! Bring it down again!

The monotonous and crazy sound of "Ding! Ding! Ding!..." became the only melody in this ice cave.

Ice chips flew like dark blue snow, landing on his frozen hair, shoulders and the cold ground.

The colorful black light wrapped around the ice pick, and each impact emitted a brief burst of strong light, trying to erode and shatter the unbreakable starlight barrier.

More than half an hour passed.

Mark's back had already been soaked with cold sweat, and instantly froze into a frost shell.

His movements began to change, from the thunderous force at the beginning to mechanical and numb repetitive swings.

His knuckles cracked again and again, the blood coagulated and cracked again, condensing into a mixture of dark red ice crystals on the ice pick and his hand, entangled with the flying blue ice chips.

And in front of him, under his desperate chiseling, only a small circular hole about half a meter deep appeared on the blue ice wall, which was just enough for a person to squeeze through!

This pitiful progress is insignificant compared to the vastness of the ice wall itself, which is as vast as the starry sky!

What was even more despairing was that Mark had just stopped to catch his breath and was about to gather his strength to strike again with the pickaxe.

His bloodshot eyes were horrified to see... the hard blue ice at the edge of the hole that he had dug with so much effort actually began to wriggle and heal itself extremely slowly as if it had life!

Strands of fine stardust blue light flowed and settled at the wound, and the gap that had been opened was gradually healed!

Although the speed is slow, it carries a chilling sense of eternal order!

Cold sweat, this time it was real cold sweat, instantly soaked Mark's underwear and stuck to his cold skin.

If he hadn't stopped just now and happened to witness the healing process... if he had already crawled into that small pit and got stuck in the middle...

Just imagining this scene made Mark's soul shudder!

That deep blue ice wall would be like the coldest and most ruthless giant mouth, completely sealing him, the only "foreign object", deep in the ice layer, and like those eroded dwarves, he would become a part of this star corpse domain!

"No... This won't work... We can't do this recklessly..." Mark's lips trembled, his mind struggling on the edge of despair as he screamed, trying to regain control of his body, "We must... fire... or..."

He threw away the ice pick, almost staggered back two steps, and took out a mid-level fire magic scroll from the gap in the starlight. He tore it on the spot, and the surrounding magic power was instantly absorbed by the scroll and transformed into a fiercely burning dark purple magic flame with the breath of burning everything!

He pushed forward with both hands, and a torrent of scorching flames rushed towards the pit that was about to close on its own!

laugh--!!!

The result made Mark's hands and feet cold!

The violent demonic flames that were powerful enough to melt gold and iron and force back the cold wave on the ice field, when they hit the surface of the blue ice, were like cold water poured on a red-hot iron plate, making a harsh annihilation sound!

Large balls of water vapor instantly rose up, but it could not prevent the ice from healing itself. In fact... the effect was far worse than his brute force chiseling!

The extreme coldness emitted by the ice wall itself seems to be able to completely absorb and freeze all heat energy!

Frustration, a huge sense of frustration and a strange attraction and call from the deeper level of the ice wall itself, like an invisible spider web, tightly entangled Mark's exhausted spirit.

He felt his thoughts becoming sticky and sluggish, like frozen paste.

Every breath felt heavy, and every time I tried to think about what to do next, the thought was like a stone sinking into an icy sea, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Reason was screaming, reminding him that he must evacuate immediately and find Monica, Anna, or anyone who might have a solution!

However……

"clang!"

The bloody hand that was almost unconscious was once again out of control, and it instinctively and numbly picked up the cross ice pick on the ground.

Like a puppet with a set program, he dragged his stiff and heavy body and stood in front of the terrible ice wall again, raised the ice pick, and then... smashed it down.

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The monotonous knocking sound rang out again, no longer an explosive impact, only a hollow repetition like a zombie.

His eyes were completely dull, and only a trace of indescribable blue light of persistence, evoked by the starlight, remained in the depths of his pupils.

Chiseling ice seemed to have become the only meaning of his existence.

"Mmm--! Mmm--!!" Little M had already noticed that something was wrong with Mark.

It let out an unprecedented sharp whine!

Watching in horror at his master's self-sacrificial behavior, he no longer cared about hiding or maintaining his mimicry.

The warm body fell off Mark directly and turned back into a slime, jumping anxiously. Its soft tentacles frantically pulled at Mark's trouser legs and arms, and even tried to wrap around his wrist that was holding the ice pick, making a slight "snapping" sound.

“Mmm!! Mmm!!”

Xiao Mu conveyed a heart-wrenching thought.

But Mark didn't react.

His arms just instinctively resisted Xiao Mu's pull, and still with a terrible numbness, he stubbornly hit the ice wall with one pickaxe after another.

It seemed as if it wanted to drill through its own soul and merge with the cold star remains.

His body was as cold as a rock in an ice cave, and only the muscles in his arms showed a little twisted vitality when they moved mechanically.

The time was completely blurred, it could be an hour, or it could be half a day.

There was deathly silence in the ice cave, with only the desperate "clang... clang..." sound and Xiao Mu's increasingly weak and desperate sobs.

The pitiful hole in the ice wall barely grew in depth, healed repeatedly by self-healing and blind gouging.

Mark felt that his last bit of consciousness would be completely frozen by this endless repetitive action and dragged into eternal darkness.

He could no longer "see" the ice wall or feel the cold. Only muscle memory was driving his arms to smash down.

At this moment when consciousness is about to sink and be frozen forever!

whoosh——!

A holy and vast light suddenly flew out from Mark’s cold chest automatically!

It was the [Forbidden Scripture?] from an unknown existence!

It was not opened to any page, but the ancient leather cover was now shining, and the texture of the cover seemed to come alive!