"You got it?"

Standing on the high platform, Pharaoh stared at Fang Qiu with a surprised face.

The words had just been asked.

Just seeing the one held in Fang Qiu's hand, the golden Pharaoh's Scepter, the shock in his eyes increased.

Being a pharaoh.

Having lived inside the pyramid for years, he had certainly entered the underground graveyard a few times.

Every time he entered it and felt the terrifying heat that erupted from the magma sea, he couldn't ...