Here's the translation:
Crack, crack, crack...
Cracks appeared on the top of the pyramid, as if something inside was trying to break out.
"Everyone, let's protect the pyramid together."
The Dance King said loudly, his face changing.
The other kings slowly opened their eyes, but it seemed that their consciousness hadn't fully returned due to prolonged slumber, their gazes empty.
Yet, they possessed a certain instinct, and following the Dance King's words, they positioned themselves at the four corners of the pyramid.
Their bodies became engulfed in flames, forming a single entity, while the Dance King moved under the pyramid, supporting it. The flames of the eight kings enveloped the entire pyramid.
Originally illusory, the flames seemed to turn substantive, and from the outside, the pyramid appeared somewhat hazy and elusive.
And the golden hand that struck the pyramid shattered directly, causing Amon to roar furiously.
"Traitors, destroy them for me."
