The dark fog swirled, and although it had thinned a bit, hardly any light pierced through, so the environment looked dim, exuding an oppressive sensation.
Lin Baici's face was sombre as he looked at the burly man who had donned the Pharaoh's golden mask atop the Pyramid.
"Commoners, kneel!"
The burly man, seeing Lin Baici not kneeling, immediately roared. His voice was filled with authority and dominance, like that of an emperor who had conquered boundless territories.
"Stay where you are!"
Lin Baici whispered an order to Kim Myungjin and Hua Yue Yu, then walked forward, "How do you prove you are our king?"
He needed to get closer to the other party to facilitate a sneak attack.
"Once I have donned this golden mask, I am your king!"
The burly man bellowed, spreading his arms wide, "Commoners, kneel. Offer your cheers and applause to your king!"
"Bai Ci, it's too dangerous to confront him like this. Maybe you should kneel first?"
Cai Wenqi worried.
