Imhotep Was Still a Good Punching Bag

His body spun rapidly in midair, sweeping up everything around him. Before long, a massive tornado appeared and plunged straight into the sandstorm, scooping up huge amounts of sand and breaking it apart. Imhotep returned to human form, only to be sucked into the tornado and spun around helplessly.

The tornado Hao Shuai had created with Wind God's Leg was like an oversized spin dryer, whirling furiously. Imhotep tried to escape several times, but the power of Wind God's Leg kept him firmly trapped.

After a while, Hao Shuai gradually drew back his power. The tornado weakened, and huge amounts of sand fell to the ground. Imhotep turned back into a man and stood up again.

But this time, it took longer for him to recover. Even after his body had reassembled, he still swayed and struggled to stay upright.

"Just kill me!" Imhotep said, utterly hopeless.

Looking at Imhotep, who had been battered beyond recognition, Hao Shuai decided there was no need to keep testing.

Maybe physical attacks truly couldn't hurt him unless they reached a certain level of power. But Daoist talismans that targeted the soul were Imhotep's kryptonite.

Looking at Imhotep lying on the ground, Hao Shuai recited the incantation from the Sun Scripture: "Dust to dust, earth to earth. Those who must depart should not linger."

As he finished the incantation, a pale blue vortex quietly appeared in the desert beneath the night sky. A chariot radiating the aura of death instantly burst through the portal, driven by a gray figure.

As Imhotep looked on with an expression of relief, the chariot passed through his body. A pale blue, translucent Imhotep was trapped firmly aboard, and Hao Shuai watched the departing chariot without blinking.

The chariot took Imhotep's soul, along with his magic. Imhotep was now