I'm the administrator of the National Fortune Arena at the start of the game; I'll hand it

"it is good."

Wang Yi nodded, took a deep breath, and was the first to walk towards the white jade platform.

One step, two steps...

The entire tomb was eerily quiet; the only sounds were their heavy footsteps and heartbeats.

As they drew closer to the sapphire coffin, the aura of death grew stronger and more oppressive.

It was as if the air itself had turned into sticky glue, making every step they took incredibly difficult.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of the high platform.

Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the sapphire coffin so close to him, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

"Come out!"

"I know you're awake."

Wang Yi's voice echoed in the empty tomb chamber.

There was no response from inside the coffin.

"What? After sleeping for a thousand years, you don't even have the courage to come out?" Wang Yi continued to provoke the other party with his words.

"Or are you saying that you, this so-called 'immortal pharaoh,' are just a coward hiding in a tortoise shell?"

"presumptuous!"

This time, an angry, hoarse voice, as if from the depths of hell, suddenly exploded from the coffin!

boom!!!

The coffin, crafted from hard sapphire, had its lid suddenly flung off from the inside by a tremendous force!

The coffin lid flew through the air, arcing in the air, before crashing heavily into a pile of gold coins in the distance, splashing up a golden spray.

A figure slowly sat up from the coffin filled with a viscous blue liquid.

He was a man who was over two meters tall and had an extremely robust build.

He wore a pharaoh's armor made of pure gold and inlaid with countless jewels, and a golden mask symbolizing supreme power.

Although they couldn't see his face, everyone could sense that beneath the mask, a pair of eyes filled with tyranny and majesty were coldly watching them.

The immortal Pharaoh Sekhmet!

He has finally awakened from his thousand-year slumber!

"A tiny ant..."

Sekhmet slowly rose from the coffin, looking down at Wang Yi and the others with a voice full of contempt.

"Is it you who disturbed my peaceful slumber?"

"So what if it is?" Wang Yi met his gaze without flinching.

"Very good." Sekhmet nodded slowly, his tone icy and devoid of any emotion. "For many, many years, no one has dared to be so presumptuous before me."

"As a reward for your courage, I will bestow upon you eternal glory."

"That is to become the most lowly skeleton soldier in my army of the dead."

The voice just fell.

The Pharaoh slowly raised his right hand.

A visible, black death energy was frantically gathering in his palm!

"Kneel down! Embrace your destiny!"

He roared and slammed the black energy in his hand onto the white jade platform beneath his feet!

hum-

Centered on the high platform, black, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from the golden floor throughout the entire tomb!

"Click...click..."

The ground began to shake violently and crack!

One by one, withered, rotting skeletons, wielding rusty weapons, struggled and crawled out from the cracks in the ground!

They number in the tens of thousands, densely packed, stretching as far as the eye can see!

In just over ten seconds, the entire magnificent main burial chamber was transformed into a kingdom of bones teeming with undead creatures!

The Scourge of the Undead has descended once again!

"Holy crap! Not again?!"

Looking at the endless sea of ​​skulls that had formed in an instant, Chen Hu couldn't help but swear.

"Is this guy buying undead wholesale? How come he has an endless supply?!"

The other team members also looked extremely grim.

They had just fought their way out of an encirclement of tens of thousands of undead, and their physical and mental strength had not yet fully recovered.

Now, facing an even larger undead calamity than before, everyone felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Don't panic! These are just ordinary skeleton soldiers!"

Wang Yi shouted loudly, trying to calm the troops.

His gaze was fixed on the Pharaoh on the high platform, who exuded a terrifying aura like a demon god.

He knew that these skeleton soldiers were just cannon fodder.

There is only one real threat!

To catch the thief, first catch the king!

"Everyone, listen up!"

"Chen Hu! Wu Qiong! Liu Meng! Zhang Wei!" Wang Yi began calling out names rapidly. "The four of you, form the first line of defense and hold off the onslaught of these skeleton soldiers! Absolutely do not let them get close to the back ranks!"

"Yes!" the four roared in unison.

"Zhao Zihan! Li Bingyao! You two, stay in the center of the group and be ready to provide support at any time!"

"receive!"

"The rest of you, follow me!" A terrifying fighting spirit erupted in Wang Yi's eyes. "We're going to kill that Pharaoh!"

"kill!"

At Wang Yi's command, he led the remaining dozen or so team members like a drawn sword, bypassing the army of skeleton soldiers in front and plunging straight towards the Pharaoh on the high platform from the flank!

"roar!"

Chen Hu and his three companions also launched a fearless charge against the surging sea of ​​skeletons!

The battle erupted instantly!

Chen Hu remained the most valiant berserker, his high-frequency battle blade already itching for fire.

He plunged headfirst into the pile of skeletons, his whole being like a high-speed meat grinder!

puff!puff!

The seemingly sturdy skeletons of those skeleton soldiers were as fragile as rotten wood before his blade.

With each cut, large chunks of bone collapsed with a crash!

Firefighter Liu Meng was not to be outdone.

Although the fire axe in his hand was not as sharp as the high-frequency battle blade, its power was equally astonishing with the support of his terrifying strength!

With a single sweep of his axe, he could cut seven or eight skeleton soldiers in half at the waist!

Locksmith Wu Qiong once again transforms into a ghost on the battlefield.

His figure flickered constantly in the sea of ​​skeletons. Every time he appeared, a skeleton captain in charge of command would be beheaded by him with a single axe stroke.

Architectural engineer Zhang Wei's approach is even simpler and more direct.

He pulled a spare metal canister filled with liquid nitrogen directly from his backpack and swung it wildly like a spiked club!

boom! boom! boom!

The skeletons he struck were instantly frozen into ice sculptures by the extremely low temperature, and then shattered into ice shards all over the ground.

Four men, four fierce warriors with completely different fighting styles, formed an ironclad defensive line, firmly blocking the tens of thousands of skeletons from reaching their destination!

On the other side...

Wang Yi's assault team has successfully stormed to the foot of the white jade platform!

"superior!"

With a low shout, Wang Yi stomped his feet and leaped onto the ten-meter-high platform like a cannonball!

The other team members followed closely behind!