Mark hovered in mid-air, with Little M attached to his back, which had transformed into a strange four-winged cloak. A continuous stream of pure necromantic magic mixed with life force flowed into his body.

However, once this magic entered his body, it was automatically transformed into a seven-colored black light.

His gaze was sharp, fixed on the writhing mass of grayish-white flesh below.

In terms of defense and unpredictable abilities, all the powerful figures present, such as Starmoon, Grom, Thranduil, and even the Seraph himself, far surpassed him.

But when it comes to the lethality of instantaneous bursts and creating "abnormal states," Mark possesses a chilling confidence.

He's never been afraid of anyone when it comes to output.

“Little M!” Mark hissed.

Buzz!

Little Mu's four pairs of wings, which swirled with holy light and darkness, starlight and the dead, suddenly flapped, tearing the air apart with a sharp crack.

The human and the slime transformed into an elusive streak of four-colored light, and in the blink of an eye, they traversed the chaotic energy storm and arrived directly above the writhing mass of flesh enveloping the seraph!

Without any fancy charging up, Mark gripped the ancient, heavy, massive black cross tightly with both hands, his eyes swirling with seven-colored black light, his soul vision locking onto the core of the filthy mass of flesh below.

"【Divine Judgment】!"

He uttered a cold prayer, and the cross, carrying the will of judgment, pressed down hard into the center of the grayish-white flesh below, like a brand!

laugh--!

An invisible force of rules, carrying absolute judgment and marking, instantly pierced through the blasphemous flesh's outer shell, ignoring its physical defenses and energy resistance, and precisely imprinted itself on the core of its existence.

"The mark of blasphemy" is complete!

The wriggling mass of flesh suddenly froze!

The crimson compound eyes encased within flickered violently, as if the operating program had encountered an incomprehensible fatal error.

A sense of weakness originating from the level of rules spread instantly. It felt that its connection with external energy, especially any form of "healing" or "restoration" power, had been forcibly distorted and weakened by at least 30%!

Backlash!

Mark's movements did not falter at all.

With his right hand pressed against the cross to maintain the rule of [Divine Judgment], his left hand reached out with lightning speed into the rift in the starlight and pulled out a scroll that exuded a gentle yet rich holy aura.

A high-level Holy Light Healing Scroll!

Without the slightest hesitation, Mark exerted force with his five fingers, tearing it apart with a "rip"!

Buzz—!

The moment the scroll shattered, a vast, pure, and vibrant healing energy of holy light burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam!

Guided by Mark's spiritual power, this force naturally surged towards the most "wounded" and weakest units on the battlefield.

It was the Grey Giant who had been severely injured by the Seraph!

Mark's attack didn't do much damage to him, but the Grey Giant was already injured!

The rules of the [Divine Judgment] have already taken effect!

The immense healing energy of the holy light, upon contact with the grayish-white flesh, was not stolen or contaminated as the flesh had expected; instead, it triggered the backlash of the "blasphemy mark"!

boom--!!!

A sharp pain originating from the depths of the soul, mixed with a violent damage from the total amount of healing energy, exploded violently in the core of the gray giant's soul like a lit powder keg!

"Ughh ...

A mixture of metallic friction and flesh-tearing, filled with extreme pain and unbelievable screams, erupted from within the writhing mass of flesh!

Its meticulously designed trap, its strategy of feigning near death to lure the enemy in, all collapsed completely under Mark's seemingly "healing" but fatal blow!

Even more terrifying is that the backlash damage caused by the "blasphemy mark" is not an ordinary energy shock, but rather a direct attack on the fundamental rules governing its existence.

Its proud regeneration and fusion capabilities crumbled and disintegrated like a sandcastle in the face of this disruptive force at the rule level!

Large cracks appeared on the grayish-white flesh covering the seraph, and it quickly turned gray and fell off, like rotten wood corroded by strong acid!

Its very existence is being eroded from the very core by the backlash of the "blasphemy mark" and the healing of holy light!

Never before had the shadow of death loomed so vividly over the Grey Giant's consciousness.

It then realized that Mark's move was not to save the Seraph at all, but was aimed at him with destructive malice!

If this continues, it won't even last ten breaths before it is completely purified and erased!

Extreme fear instantly transforms into the most frantic, desperate gamble!

"No!!!"

The gray giant's consciousness roared silently, and all its body parts were working overtime.

It mobilizes the last trace of uncorrupted holy flame essence stolen during the fusion, as well as the forbidden magic it carries for assimilation and erosion.

Its goal is no longer to devour or pollute, but to seize bodies!

Taking advantage of the moment when the Seraphim was enveloped by it, and the power of the Holy Flame was greatly depleted and temporarily suppressed in the previous entanglement and the current pollution.

Taking advantage of the critical moment when Mark's backlash was frantically destroying its own structure.

The Grey Giant's consciousness, like the most virulent virus, transformed into a torrent of filth and false holy light.

Ignoring the remaining defensive holy flames on the Seraph's body, it fiercely pierced into the core of the Seraph's clone, which was purely composed of holy flames and divine will!

This is its last chance to survive!

It wanted to forcibly take over this body made of pure holy light energy!

Even if it's just for a short time, I'll take over this clone!

"You vile creature! Get out!"

The will of the seraph's avatar roared in fury, and holy flames retaliated wildly.

However, just as the Grey Giant had predicted, the power of this clone was indeed weakened to a critical point due to the continuous depletion after its arrival and the previous blasphemy.

More importantly, the Grey Giant was now mobilizing the power within its body that was closest to the source of the Holy Light, making the Seraph's holy counterattack seem like hitting cotton, greatly reducing its effectiveness.

Two wills engaged in a most dangerous tug-of-war within the pure energy body!

The light of the seraph's avatar flickered violently, its form becoming extremely unstable. Sometimes it showed a humanoid outline, and sometimes it was twisted into an unrecognizable shape by the dark red and grayish-white filthy light surging within.

The process of the Grey Giant possessing the body was difficult and painful.

The Grey Giant's consciousness was being slowly tortured by the Holy Core, but it stubbornly persisted through its mad will and fear of death.

Finally, accompanied by a silent shriek that seemed to tear the soul apart, the pure divine will at the core of the Seraph's clone was forcibly forced back and driven away!

Buzz—!

A dim yet still sacred beam of light shot into the sky, instantly piercing through the miasma above the swamp and disappearing into the horizon.

Despite the efforts of the Grey Giant, the core will of the Seraph's clone was ultimately forcibly sent back to the Celestial Realm.

In the original location, only a strangely shaped and extremely unstable energy aggregate remained.