In such a world-shattering impact, Wick would naturally be dead.
But for Ning Fan, who had already become a priest, dying wasn't so easy; at most, he'd be paralyzed with severe injuries.
The Pharaoh wouldn't mind, as long as the person remained alive.
Thinking of this, the Pharaoh seemed to feel that continuing to be trapped here didn't matter.
As time ticked by second by second, Tielei grew impatient and first broke the Divine Battle Decree.
The instant the rune wall shattered, Tielei flew away like a stream of light.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The Pharaoh was about to strike but hesitated for a moment, finally letting Tielei go.
"Has the Divine Battle Decree ended?"
Feeling the rapidly approaching aura, Ning Fan, who was currently kiting, realized something was amiss.
In less than a second, the Pharaoh's voice rang out, "Ning Fan, here I come."
"Tielei, you useless old man."
