The higher they ascended, the fewer people there were.
With a few flashes, Lu Yuan arrived at a small platform in the middle section of the pyramid.
He was just about to continue upward when, suddenly...
WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH—
The sound of sleeves tearing through the air echoed around him.
From the other three directions on the small platform, three figures shot up almost simultaneously.
One was a young man clad in a thick black protective suit, brandishing a vibrant red long knife, his expression sinister, his face filled with bloodlust.
Another was a burly figure, his muscles gnarled like old tree roots, veins bulging beneath his bald head, his strength almost grotesque.
And the third was a middle-aged man in a white shirt and black trousers, slightly balding, resembling a retired official.
He held a thermos steeped full of goji berries in one hand.
His other hand hung loosely at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips.
