The Gray Mist sensed something was amiss and swung its fist fiercely at the nearest air wall.
"Crash!"
The air wall shattered.
But it did not hinder much.
Richard had conjured hundreds of air walls, and shattering one did not affect the overall construction of the transparent pyramid.
The Gray Mist's eyes widened, and it struck with all its might, frantically shattering air walls.
"Crash, crash!"
But the destruction caused by the Gray Mist was far slower than Richard's speed in conjuring them.
Within Richard, the four energy furnaces operated at full power, releasing an immense amount of energy. His feet left the ground, and the pyramid followed, stacking layer upon layer, rapidly reaching the top position.
The Gray Mist saw this and felt a crisis, striking downwards in an attempt to carve a path out from underground, only to find that Richard had left no such opportunity—at some unknown time, the ground was also filled with air walls like a floor, severing its escape plans.
