The mercenary shook his head with a bitter smile: "Illusion Technique is an extremely profound ability. I'm afraid only those within the Demigod Domain can wield it, so... this time, we might truly be doomed!"

Just as his words fell, a black line emerged in the distant desert.

"What is that?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

Macallan's face turned pale, and he trembled as he spoke: "That is... a desert storm! We're finished, completely finished this time!"

Desert storms are hailed as death storms in the desert! Even experts within the Demigod Domain, when encountering a powerful desert storm, would escape battered at best, let alone the fact that none of the people here are particularly strong!

As despair filled everyone's gaze, the desert storm quickly arrived, throwing everything into chaos. Miserable screams filled the air, and Macallan fainted almost immediately!

Agonizing pain surged through him as Macallan slowly opened his eyes. He felt as if his body had been hammered endlessly, and besides the ability to breathe, he couldn't even move a finger.

"Heh, Macallan, the taste of a desert storm isn't so bad, is it?" A familiar voice drifted over.

Macallan stared with horrified eyes at Maham ahead, and asked weakly: "How can it be you? What is this supposed to mean?"

Behind Maham stood three middle-aged men with indifferent expressions, looking as though they were statues.

Maham looked down at Macallan and said, "You all merely fell into Desert Fox's trap. Now the situation is completely flipped. You are my prisoner now. So, speak—what is your Freedom Organization's purpose for infiltrating the Pyramid? Otherwise..."

A flicker of disdain gleamed in Macallan's eyes: "Maham, I advise you to stop dreaming. As a faithful devotee of the Freedom Organization, I will never betray it! Even if you kill me, I won't reveal anything!"

Maham smiled faintly: "Who would've thought you'd be such a hard nut to crack? Not bad, not bad. I admit, I do enjoy hard nuts! Let's see whose will is harder—yours or my bullets!"

With that, Maham pulled out a gun and fired three shots, all striking Macallan's left thigh. Macallan screamed miserably in pain.

"Kill me! Kill me, and I still won't say a word!" Macallan yelled amidst his shrieks.

Maham frowned slightly, surprised that a mere mole could possess such unyielding determination.

At that moment, one of the men behind Maham said: "General, hand this person over to us Desert Fox. We'll surely extract the information we need from him."

Maham nodded: "Alright, I'll leave him to you, just be careful not to kill him too quickly!"

The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "Of course. Someone with this much resolve deserves proper hospitality. Killing him outright would make things less interesting!"

Seeing the man's smile, Macallan felt his heart drop, sensing an ominous premonition.

Maham stepped outside, where Muland was already waiting for him. "General, it's such a relief that you're safe!"

Maham shook his head and replied, "Safe? Hardly. Being captured out of nowhere—what an utterly disgraceful humiliation!"

Muland asked, "General, do you know who infiltrated the patrol army?"

"I truly have no idea," Maham said flatly, "But what I am certain of is that the infiltrator's strength has reached the Demigod Domain. They harbor no major malice toward me; otherwise, there's no way I could still be unharmed."

One detail that Maham didn't mention was that, after regaining consciousness, within ten minutes, the restraint sealing his power had disappeared. It was clear the attacker intentionally left him a way out.

Had the Desert Fox not shown up, with Maham's prowess, he could have carved his way out of the Pyramid through sheer force.

"But who are you?" Maham muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"General, we've detained all the Freedom Organization mercenaries. What should we do now? Shall we..." Muland made a throat-slitting gesture as he spoke.

Maham shook his head: "They've already lost the strength to resist, there's no need for unnecessary slaughter. If we kill them all, we'll surely draw hostility from numerous mercenary groups in the Underworld. It's just another one of Freedom Organization's schemes!"

"Here's what we'll do: verify their identities, then make a compensation claim to their organization. If they refuse to pay, we can kill them then! At the very least, we need to recover the military expenses and what's been spent on keeping the Pyramid secure!" Maham said.

"Understood, General. I'll begin immediately!" Muland nodded and set off.

After Muland left, the middle-aged man emerged with a grin: "General, I've already found out!"

"Oh? That quickly?" Maham asked, slightly surprised. "What is Freedom Organization's objective?"

The man replied: "According to what Macallan revealed, Freedom Organization is searching for something inside the Khufu Pyramid. That 'something' appears to be a map."

"A map?" Maham asked with a puzzled expression, "What kind of map?"

"That's unclear. Macallan doesn't seem to know much either," the man responded indifferently. "So, what's the plan now—ambush them or pursue them further? Though their side has someone at the Demigod Domain level—the Indian Snake King."

"Indian Snake King? I didn't expect even the Indian Snake King to get involved!" Maham grimaced. With both the Indian Snake King and the mysterious figure who had abducted him, the opposing team already boasted two Demigod Domain-level combatants!

Maham knitted his brows tightly, before exhaling after a long thought: "The interior of the Pyramid remains largely unexplored, and there's still an eerie presence guarding it. Pursuing them inside wouldn't be a smart move. We'll lay in wait outside. Once they emerge, we'll have the upper hand and strike them down in one blow!"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I agree. That said, there's another possibility—what if they all perish inside the Pyramid? If so, it saves us the trouble of even lifting a finger!"

Maham smiled faintly: "Let's hope it comes to that! By the way, I'm curious—how did you manage to get Macallan to talk?"

The man hesitated before replying: "General, are you sure you want to know? Honestly, I'd advise against it—I fear you won't be able to stomach it."

Maham said with a tinge of displeasure: "I, Maham, have been through over a hundred battles, encountering all manner of situations. But I've got pressing matters to handle, so I'll leave it be for now!"

Maham wiped his forehead and walked away under the middle-aged man's resigned gaze.

Though the Desert Fox was formidable, the monsters within their ranks were even worse! Hearing the man's remarks, Maham saw no reason to push the limits of his own tolerance.

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