"BOOM!"
The next second, the largely collapsed grey-white pyramid exploded with a loud blast.
Amidst the dust-filled skies, an enormous figure strode out. An invisible presence pushed aside the flurry of dust and debris. Standing fifteen meters tall, with three heads and six arms, white hair cascading loosely, and a gigantic crimson flower blooming menacingly on its chest, it resembled an ancient, majestic, blood-smeared, immortal Demon Mountain.
A terrifying aura quickly enveloped the entire arena, and anyone seeing this figure would involuntarily feel a strong sense of suffocation.
A hint of emotion surfaced in the eyes beneath the Eleventh Throne's white gold mask, and it silently retreated a few more steps.
The envoy of the Ten Thousand Gods, hovering mid-air, looked slightly surprised but quickly regained his composure and spoke with a smile, "So this is what you rely on?"
