Nameless?
Imhotep's gaze flickered slightly. That name did not sound like something a normal person would choose.
But it did not matter. Having devoured a god, he feared no one!
He split his wide mouth open, thick teeth crisscrossing inside it, and endless divine power poured into the earth beneath his feet. In an instant, the sand and soil within a thousand meters were heaved upward.
Boom—!
Amid an earth-shaking explosion, yellow sand surged and raced like waves. It rolled upward, straight into the sky a thousand meters high, turning into a gigantic human face that let out a soundless roar.
At that moment, the gigantic human face and the sword shadows filling the sky faced off high above.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"Gulp!!"
The atmosphere at the scene was exceptionally tense. Whether it was East Country, the United States, or the Russians, all of them were watching this battle with incomparable focus.
They had a premonition that this was—the final battlefield!
The heavy atmosphere made even the air seem to grow thin. Every breath took all the strength in one's body.
"Hah~ hah."
With both hands braced against his knees, Coulson gasped loudly. The corner of his eye suddenly twitched, and he actually saw a private plane in the distant sky, flying toward the battlefield as if it had a death wish.
Smack!
"How foolish. Where did that plane come from?"
After cursing, the Russian emperor smashed another glass of red wine. He simply grabbed the last bottle of vodka on the table and took a fierce swig.
A nearby officer listened to a few whispered words from his subordinate, then immediately replied.
"Emperor, the other party should be a wealthy man fleeing from Cairo. Right now, throughout Egypt, including all of Arabia, the horrifying phenomenon of