Yang Yu touched the red button at the end of the passage, the bricks on the wall moved together, and a bright light shot out from the cracks, suddenly illuminating the dark corridor.
Hani Maze, Eighth Floor, sand was pervasive, and numerous weapons were deeply embedded in the sands, as if resulting from a fierce battle where countless heroes fell.
Giant golden gears adorned the walls and the ceiling, slowly rotating with a creaking sound, constantly reminding one of the passage of time.
In the center of the Eighth Floor stood a round stump, upon which was perched a red Hani holding a Guan Gong's broadsword, its brown cloak fluttering slightly in the sandy wind.
"My name is Guan Er, who approaches, declare your name!"
These Hanis were too good at choosing names, directly adopting the prestigious ones, not only high-end and imposing, but also saving the time to think of the names.
