“There’s no time to hesitate!” A fierce glint flashed in Mark’s eyes, and the cross necklace he was holding instantly transformed and extended into an ancient and heavy black cross!

Mark no longer cared about being exposed; in this situation, his team could only save themselves.

Especially since none of the parties present actually had any real conflict with the elven experts, only they themselves could save Anna.

He no longer concealed himself; the seven-colored black light within his body surged wildly, and his soul vision locked onto his teammate.

Monica, Anna, M, Enzo!

"Holy Father, have mercy on me and bestow grace upon me!"

Mark's deep prayer carried a strange rhythm, and the cross slammed violently into the ground!

puff!

The cross, like a hot knife cutting into butter, easily sinks into the mud.

Invisible ripples, barely perceptible to the naked eye yet carrying a strange sense of calm and purification, suddenly spread out from the center of the cross, instantly covering a radius of thirty meters!

[Holy Light Healing] activated!

The Monicas and others who were swept by the ripples were instantly illuminated by a faint, soft, and divine light.

The team members' faces turned pale at first, but their movements became even smoother than before.

Those who had been blessed by the mysterious being seemed to have greater resistance to the negative effects of Mark's skills.

Monica felt a slight recovery of her depleted shadow magic, and the dagger at her fingertips became more stable. Each time she pierced the joints of the undead orc, she felt as if the orc's movements froze for a moment due to the intrusion of magic.

Anna's internal disorder, which had been suppressed by high-level natural magic, had subsided considerably, and her movements became agile again.

Clutching the animal skin bag containing the Blood Vine Heart, she resembled a slippery fish, aided by Xingyue's spatial teleportation.

When Little Mu's tentacles lashed out at the undead orc, they were able to directly draw a trace of death energy back to nourish themselves. Although it was weak, it was better than nothing.

Enzo's dark magic seemed to be the most affected; he felt that every time he swung his hammer at his enemies, it could easily slice through the bodies of these undead orcs like a sharp blade.

Of course, after sensing that Mark had used the [Holy Light Healing] skill, everyone in the team knew that Mark no longer intended to hide.

Now that they've used this skill, they no longer need to instantly kill the enemy's manpower.

The undead orcs that rushed into the thirty-meter ripple range have undergone strange changes under the influence of Mark's [Forbidden Codex]!

Their ferocious movements seemed to be slowed down by an invisible swamp; every claw swing and every pounce became unusually slow and stiff, like rusty marionettes.

The eerie green soul flames flickered uneasily in its eye sockets, seemingly feeling an instinctive fear and repulsion towards this invisible realm.

Even more bizarrely, spots of glaring blood quietly appeared, spread, and grew at the wounds left by Mark's team and even in the gaps of their bone armor!

Those were buds of vampire roses waiting to bloom!

"Roar... Uh..."

A high-ranking undead orc roared angrily, trying to raise his battle axe to strike Monica, but his movements were as slow as if they were in slow motion.

Normal attacks would not normally get stuck within the area of ​​effect of the [Forbidden Scripture].

However, although these undead orcs are not of the Holy Light attribute, they have ultimately become undead, and their effects seem to be more pronounced when their minds are not functioning properly.

Because they originally intended to use skills when attacking, but after the spell failed, they would naturally get stuck.

When the undead orc got stuck, Monica's eyes flashed with a cold light, and her figure spun around it like a ghost, her dagger turning into a blur of afterimages.

It swiftly left dozens of deep, bone-exposing wounds on its waist, abdomen, thighs, and other areas!

The putrid, dark red blood did not spurt out in large quantities; instead, it was greedily devoured by the blood-red roses that were frantically growing and sucking at the wound.

It wasn't until Monica's final backstab precisely pierced its lower back and spine that the powerful high-ranking undead collapsed to the ground.

Although they did not die immediately, they were completely unable to move for the time being.

Its body was already covered with bewitching yet deadly blood-red roses!

The rose's roots penetrated deep into its body, frantically drawing upon its necromantic energy.

Meanwhile, as an undead creature, it was absorbing the necromantic energy floating in the air in an effort to repair its body.

This, in turn, provides the vampire rose with even more magic.

In the heart of the fierce battlefield, the clashes between masters were earth-shattering, and almost no one noticed the strange scene unfolding in this peripheral corner.

Mark's squad, seemingly just "scratching" the thick-skinned undead orcs, are like the most patient hunters, quietly weaving an invisible web of death around the cross.

Within the net, the undead wither slowly, while roses bloom amidst the crimson.

...

At the heart of the battlefield, a magical storm raged.

The Seraphim fought most fiercely against the blasphemous and twisted giant.

Each strike of the Holy Flame Sword carried the will to purify all evil, colliding fiercely with the filthy dark fire burning around the giant, erupting with dazzling light spots and turbulent magical energy.

However, a seraph is still a seraph.

Her combat skills were exquisite, and her power level was fundamentally superior.

After several cunning and swift exchanges, the Seraph seized upon the giant's unstable fusion and sluggish movements!

"Purify!"

A clear shout pierced the battlefield with a deafening roar.

The seraph transformed into a dazzling stream of flames, raising the Holy Flame Sword high above its head. It then transformed into a blazing white streak that tore through the sky, bringing with it an unparalleled will of judgment as it slashed down fiercely!

boom--!!!

A blinding white light engulfed the giant's massive body.

Holy flames erupted, emitting a deafening purifying boom!

The blasphemous creation, fused from the remains of the gray-clad man and cloaked in a false holy flame, crumbled and disintegrated like snowflakes under the blazing sun under the pure holy power!

The enormous crimson compound eye exploded in the holy flames, and the twisted metal skeleton and carbonized material let out their final lament before being burned to ashes and charcoal.

The Seraph's attack wasn't about using holy light to purify impurities; it was simply a physical attack, condensing holy light into a beam of light.

The massive body was brutally cleaved into several pieces of burnt, foul-smelling grayish-white flesh by the violent sword light.

Carrying the remaining filthy flames, it crashed heavily onto the muddy swamp battlefield like a meteorite, splashing up large amounts of foul-smelling mud.

The seraph hovered in mid-air, its body formed of holy flames still shining brightly, but its aura fluctuated slightly due to this all-out attack.

Her cold gaze, burning with holy flames, instantly locked onto her next target like a searchlight.

It was the source of the thick stench of necromancy and the aura of desecration of life that was Grom, the undead, or rather, the orc prince who had taken over his body!