Noticing Tielei's temptation, Ning Fan gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Don't think the Temple is in shambles now, the Pharaoh isn't doing much better. High Priest, look."
The dust raised in the sky was so dense that you couldn't see five fingers in front of you.
With Tielei's eyesight, he could ignore these interferences.
Besides the dust rising, the black mist in the sky had completely disappeared.
The base of the Pharaoh's Pyramid was already ruptured and the millstone-sized boulders kept falling down.
"Instead of sitting and waiting for death, it's better to take the initiative." Ning Fan continued to persuade, "Only by killing the Pharaoh can we escape this predicament."
Just as he was speaking, a rapid whistling sound approached.
After another collision, the platform where the Temple was located was peeled away, leaving the Temple building floating in mid-air.
