The two finally walked out of the Pyramid.
Suddenly, rolling thunder came from above.
Everyone looked up, the towering clouds in the sky suddenly began to rotate furiously, the storm raging, the howling wind could be clearly heard even on the ground.
The clouds kept expanding, the pitch-black clouds gradually obscured the sun, spreading across the sky, and the gale quickly approached the ground, with sand and stones flying everywhere in no time.
Harrison Jones clutched a platinum disc, muttering to himself, "My God, what have you done?"
"No need to worry, everyone, it's just a small storm."
Mo Fei felt the elemental power contained in the surrounding winds and the subtle changes in the storm; this was no ordinary storm, but one originating from the Throne of the Four Winds—a storm of the elements infused with a taste of authority.
That power must come from Al'Akir.
