At the pyramid in the Golden City, more than twenty native warriors were running around in a panic on the steps.
They were terrified and had no idea how to face the situation before them. They hadn't even brought many weapons.
When they saw the pyramid, they didn't think twice. They ran straight for the top. As far as they were concerned, it had to be safe there. At the very least, they could knock those moving bones back down by dropping things on them from above.
But soon they realized something was wrong. When they reached the top of the pyramid, they saw a huge staircase leading down. A call seemed to rise from it, drawing them below.
In the chaos, several native warriors were shoved down the stairs. The pyramid began to shake.
At that moment, Liu Zhi and the Corpse Soul Naga had only just reached the pyramid. He glanced up at the trembling structure and muttered,
"Damn it. Could their legend really be true? Was this Golden City built to suppress a demon?"
With that thought in mind, Liu Zhi hurried toward the pyramid. He had been there many times, and every visit had left him complaining about the steep, towering steps.
But today, Liu Zhi had no time to think about that. From the base of the pyramid, he could already hear the sounds of fighting above.
The Corpse Soul Naga followed close behind him, all four hands gripping the hilts of her swords and daggers, ready to protect Liu Zhi at a moment's notice.
Liu Zhi had no time to think about anything else. The farther he climbed, the more uneasy he became. He had a constant feeling that something was about to happen.
When he was halfway up, the stench of blood began