The area where the Temple Pyramid was located had become a complete vacuum, void of all life, with desiccated corpses littering the ground.
It was clear that their vitality had been drained by the Death God's Sigh.
Directly in front of Ning Fan, at the very top of the Pyramid where the City Lord's Mansion resided, rose a black energy pillar that reached into the sky,
painting the heavens as dark as ink.
Feeling something in his heart, Ning Fan's gaze intensified, locking onto the base of the black energy pillar.
There, a pair of sharp eyes met his own.
"Pharaoh. It seems you won't stop until you have me."
Ning Fan's eyes turned cold.
Even without the old man's grievances, between him and the Pharaoh, it had come to a life-or-death struggle, unless he intended to give up his body.
"And there's Tielei, that old silver coin."
In the blink of an eye, he had become a target that two major factions were determined to obtain; Ning Fan wasn't sure if he should be happy or sad.
