What were these whirlpools doing here? While Fang Yi attempted to understand the strange phenomenon, fumes of black smoke began to emerge from the gigantic pyramid, and black bandages from its base.

Fang Yi's eyes grew wide. "What? Hasn't the pyramid been destroyed...?"

How could there be smoke coming out of the base of the pyramid? Hold on—the base! Fang Yi glanced toward the pyramid's base. Upon thinking back to the empty interior, he smiled grimly. "So that's it."

He tried to stand up again, but he was still suffering from a bout of weakness from unleashing his ultimate technique. The sand beneath his feet began to shift. The three smaller pyramids seemed as though they were monsters...