He stretched out his finger, not pointing at Mark, but clenching it fiercely towards the entire twisted honey-colored space!
In an instant, the "maple syrup" flowing around and emitting a dreamy halo was no longer a background, but turned into a sticky and heavy substance!
They were like huge golden waves with life, with a suffocating sweet smell and a terrifying sense of oppression, rushing towards Mark from all directions!
The air was completely drained away, replaced by a solidified sweet swamp that was about to completely wrap up, assimilate, and drown Mark in this false happiness!
Mark felt like he was thrown into a pool of boiling molasses, with every inch of his skin feeling the immense sticky pressure and burning sensation.
He tried to struggle, but his movements became extremely slow, and even his thoughts became chaotic under the erosion of the extreme sweetness.
The cross necklace and the badge on his chest simultaneously burst out with scorching light, and the mark of [Seraphim's Gaze] deep in his soul was as hot as an iron, struggling to resist the power that was trying to dissolve his will.
However, the expected pain of the body dissolving instantly did not come.
The huge waves of thick and heavy syrup hit him, bringing tremendous pressure, making it difficult for him to breathe and his bones groan.
But it was as if he had hit an invisible, extremely tough wall, unable to truly penetrate his flesh and blood, nor could it completely wrap and drown him!
"Ugh!" Mark groaned and staggered back a step due to the huge force, his feet plowing shallow marks on the ground.
His muscles bulged, veins popping out on his skin as he resisted the all-pervasive, sticky force. And he actually managed to hold on?!
The anger on Luo Ning Feng's face was instantly replaced by disbelief and astonishment. He screamed:
"Impossible! A mere third level... no, fourth level?! Your spirit attribute... how could it be so strong?! This is definitely not the protection of Holy Light! Holy Light will not reject my domain! You... who the hell are you?!"
Mark raised his head with difficulty, a bloody and sarcastic grin on his lips.
The obstruction of the opponent's attack was like a crack in the darkness, causing his suppressed momentum to rebound instantly:
"Old thing... you're asking now? Too late! Weren't you quite the pretentious one just now? Representing the Holy Light? You're a loser who's ruined your own hometown, turning the entire town into a puppet... old lunatic?!"
"Tell me!" Mark's voice was like tempered steel, piercing through the sticky honey space and piercing Ronin's soul. "Where did those old people go?! What's the ending that you didn't finish writing in your notes?!"
"After you activated that rubbish formation, did those townspeople you 'cared about'... even forget about 'aging' and 'death'?! If they can even forget about birth, aging, sickness, and death, are they still human?"
"Have they all become the nourishment for your sweet prison?!"
"shut up!"
Roning screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on. The honey-colored space around him shook violently and countless sugar crystal fragments fell to the ground.
"What do you know?! I gave them eternal peace! Eternal contentment! No more pain for them, no more sorrow!"
"Isn't this the ultimate salvation that even the Holy Light couldn't grant?! Look at them! Their faces are always filled with happy smiles! They..."
"Smile?!" Mark interrupted him abruptly, his voice rising with utter contempt. "That's not a smile! That's the mark you've carved into their souls! It's an empty puppet show!"
"Calmness that has never experienced wind and rain is called stagnant water! Sweetness that has never tasted bitterness is called poison!"
"You've deprived them of the right to experience the world! You've deprived them of the opportunity to experience love, hate, birth, old age, sickness, and death!"
"They don't feel proud of their children's growth, nor do they feel happy about the harvest, nor do they feel sad for the loss of their loved ones!"
"Because they've forgotten what 'sadness' even is! They're like the candy figurines you carefully polish and display in the window. They're brightly colored, sweet, and delicious, but... they have no soul! No warmth!"
Mark's words were like an invisible hammer, hitting Luo Ning Feng's seemingly solid shell of belief again and again.
"As a monk selected to study in the Holy City, what the hell do you know about happiness?!"
Mark's voice was like thunder, with a sharpness that could tear through everything. "True happiness is the sweetness that comes from hard work! It's the warmth that comes from staying together after the storm! It's the hope that remains unextinguished despite hardships!"
"Instead of the rancid, sugar-coated hell you have concocted with your condescending pity, woven from oblivion and deprivation!"
"Ask yourself, Luo Ning Feng! Looking at those dolls that can only smile foolishly, looking at this fake paradise... are you really happy?!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!" Luo Ning Feng completely lost control.
Every word Mark said accurately pierced the darkest corner of his heart, the one he himself dared not look directly at.
The gentle face was distorted, and two clusters of crazy golden-red flames burned deep in the eye sockets.
He no longer tried to persuade Mark, and was left with only the violent desire to destroy the heretic who had desecrated his masterpiece and torn open his scars.
"Blasphemer! You deserve to be purified!" Roning Feng roared, raising his hands in the air.
The power of the entire honey-colored space seemed to be drained by him, condensing into an incomparably huge maple syrup cone with colorful light flowing, and it stabbed fiercely at Mark's chest with the power to pierce through the soul!
The speed is so fast, like an arrow shot from a bow!
The terrifying pressure made Mark's bones groan. He felt like a bug nailed in amber, and even his mind was about to freeze.
However, at this critical moment - buzz!
In Mark's arms, the silent "Forbidden Scripture" suddenly burst into a burst of starlight!
This light is not as dazzling as the holy light, but instead carries a refreshing power that can penetrate illusions and break through confusion!
It instantly broke through the sticky confinement of the sweet space!
Snap!
The solidified honey-colored space was like glass being hit by a heavy hammer, making a deafening shattering sound!
The flowing golden syrup, the dreamy colorful starlight, the twisted giant sugar maple tree...all illusory scenes created by Ronin's power.
In the face of this power that comes from the resonance of "taboo" and "unknown existence", it collapses inch by inch!
The spatial confinement disappeared instantly!
Mark felt his whole body lighten, and the sticky feeling of oppression and slow thinking disappeared!
The body's instinctive reaction is faster than thinking!
Just when Ronin Feng's determined maple syrup cone, which was a combination of pure sweetness and twisted will, was about to pierce his chest.
Mark's body was like a cheetah that had broken free from all restraints, and he took a step forward!
The strong physique brought by the physical attribute is fully demonstrated at this moment!
He narrowly avoided the fatal spike tip, and at the same time, using the momentum of the forward charge, he gathered all his strength into his right fist.
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