Under a dim sky, the battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun entered a white-hot phase. The air was filled with the aura of death and the pressure of thunderstorms, as if even the heavens and the earth were about to tremble.

Mu Yu's body is surrounded by golden thunder, and every flicker seems to illuminate the boundary between life and death. His eyes were firm, his face was resolute, and his black hair danced in the thunder, as if even heaven and earth were about to change color. Every punch is full of thunder, as if it can tear through space and pierce everything.

Tutankhamun, clad in the power of necromancy, a dark force from the underworld, twisted, furious, and with a chilling aura of death. His eyes were sunken, and a sneer tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if everything was under his control. Every movement of his is like a killing dance comprehended from the abyss of death, which is elusive.

The collision between the two is no longer a simple fist to the flesh, but a duel between two forces, a contest between life and death. The ground trembled beneath their feet, as if it was about to be torn apart by the aftermath of this battle. And when they took to the skies, that power was at its peak.

In the sky, thunder and lightning are intertwined, and black and white collide. Every blow to the flesh shook the world like thunder. Their figures flickered in the lightning, and they couldn't tell you and me. And in that moment of convergence, it seems that even time has to be frozen for it.

This is a battle that no one can predict the outcome of, whether it is Mu Yu's golden thunder ring or Tutankhamun's necromantic power, it is so powerful and mysterious. And when the two collide together, that power reaches unprecedented heights.

This battle seems to have become the most spectacular scene in heaven and earth. Whether it's a thunderstorm in the sky or a crack in the ground, it tells the fierceness and extraordinary nature of this battle. And the final result is even more exciting.

The battle entered a white-hot phase, and every collision between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun seemed to tear through the air. Tutankhamun's necromantic power was cold and eerie, while Mu Yu's golden thunder was as hot as the sun, and the two collided with each other with a deafening roar.

Their figures move quickly across the battlefield, sometimes punching to the flesh, sometimes tumbling and jumping. The dust of the ground flew under their feet, leaving a trail of deep footprints. Each attack carries a thunderous momentum, as if to completely crush the opponent.

Suddenly, Tutankhamun let out a sharp sneer, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant. Mu Yu's eyes lit up, and he quickly retreated, and at the same time, the defense power around Jin Lei was fully opened. The next moment, Tutankhamun appeared behind him and slammed a heavy punch into his back.

Mu Yu's body trembled, and he was almost knocked out by the blow, but he endured the sharp pain, turned sharply, and punched Tutankhamun in the face. Tutankhamun sneered and dodged the blow sideways, while slamming the top of his knee into Mu Yu's abdomen.

The figures of the two were staggered in the air, their fists and feet intersected, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while. However, at this moment, Mu Yu suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and a strong light erupted from his whole body, as dazzling as the sun.

Tutankhamun was instantly enveloped by this light, and his body trembled suddenly, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible force. And Mu Yu took this opportunity and slammed a heavy fist into his chest.

With a muffled thud, Tutankhamun's body flew out like a broken kite and slammed into the ground in the distance. After the dust settled, he didn't move again.

Mu Yu also used all his strength because of this blow, and he sat on the ground tiredly, panting heavily. Although he won, this battle also cost him a lot. However, he knew that this battle was not over, and the forces of the Necronomicon Kingdom were still secretly stirring. He will have to recover as soon as possible to meet the challenges ahead.

The battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun has entered a white-hot phase. The wind rose suddenly, and the thunder and lightning were combined, like two powerful forces facing each other in the air. Tutankhamun's deep eyes revealed an endless power of necromancy, as if it was about to freeze everything around him. And Mu Yu is like a god of war surrounded by golden thunder, fearlessly facing this terrifying force.

Each of their collisions was like a landslide and a crack, causing violent tremors. From the ground to the sky, there was no place that was not affected by their battles. Every fist-to-flesh confrontation seems to pierce the opponent's soul.

Tutankhamun's necromantic power was cold and unforgiving, like a frost blade on a winter night, cold and sharp. And the power of Mu Yu's golden thunder is like the thunder of summer, fast and hot. The two forces collided fiercely in mid-air, bursting into brilliant light that illuminated the entire battlefield.

At this time, Mu Yu seemed to be incarnated as a thunder god, surrounded by golden thunder and lightning, and every leap carried the momentum of thunder. He swung his fists and unleashed fierce attacks on Tutankhamun. And Tutankhamun was not to be outdone, relying on the weirdness and strength of the power of the necromancy, constantly resisting and counterattacking.

This battle is not only a duel of strength, but also a contest of will and faith. Both Mu Yu and Tutankhamun are fighting with all their might, for their respective beliefs. In this final stage, every punch and blow is full of determination and determination, as if to defeat the opponent completely.

The entire battlefield was shaken by their battle. Whether it was the birds in the sky or the grass and trees on the ground, they all held their breath at this moment, witnessing this pinnacle duel. No one knows what the final result will be, but the bravery and fearlessness of this moment will be remembered forever.

The battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun has entered the final white-hot stage. The clouds in the sky seemed to have been shaken away by the fierce battle, leaving only pure blue and blinding sunlight.

Mu Yu was surrounded by golden thunder light, and each thunder light seemed to contain the power to destroy the world. His figure flickered in the thunder, giving people a sense of sacredness and danger. His fists were clenched, and each swing was thunderous, colliding head-on with Tutankhamun's necromantic power.

Tutankhamun unleashed a deep dark force that seemed to come from an endless abyss, which was formidable. His figure loomed in the darkness, as if one with death. His attacks were also incomparable, and Mu Yu's thunderous fist drew a series of piercing trajectories in the air.

The battle between the two has spread from the ground to the sky. They are flying and shuttling in the air, intersecting with their fists and feet, and you come and go. Every collision is like a tremor between heaven and earth, as if even time and space are about to be torn apart.

In this final battle, both Mu Yu and Tutankhamun exerted unprecedented strength. Their figures intertwined in the air, as if two lightning bolts were vying for supremacy in the sky. The audience on the ground could only look up at this thrilling battle, their hearts filled with awe and amazement.

Eventually, Mu Yu let out an earth-shattering roar, his fist bursting with brilliant golden light, and a single blow shattered Tutankhamun's necromantic power. Not to be outdone, Tutankhamun condensed the power of darkness into a huge scythe and slashed towards Mu Yu.

At this moment, Mu Yu's golden thunder erupted into a strong light around his body, colliding with Tutankhamun's scythe.

The battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun has entered the final white-hot stage. The two of them were like two lightning bolts intertwined in the air, and like two meteors colliding violently on the ground. Every time they touched, it was like the edge of the universe crashing, bursting with intense light and energy.

Mu Yu's golden thunder surrounded his body seemed to have become a golden barrier at this moment, constantly resisting the invasion of Tutankhamun's necromantic power. Around his body, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled, as if the god of thunder had descended on the earth. Tutankhamun's necromantic power is like a whirlpool of darkness, devouring all light, and everywhere it touches, the breath of death permeates it.

Their fists collided in the air, each impact was like the collision of mountains, and the air was instantly squeezed out, forming invisible shock waves. Fist to flesh, every contact was filled with the beauty of power and speed, as if time stood still in this moment, and only the two of them were left fighting.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, as if it could not withstand the force. Their figures pulled long shadows on the ground and then disappeared again in an intense flash. Their battle had struck from the ground to the sky, like two stars streaked across the night sky, leaving a dazzling trail.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart by the energy they had stirred up, and thunder and lightning flew around them, as if celebrating this pinnacle showdown. Their movements grew faster and faster, and their figures became more and more blurred, leaving only afterimages and a deafening crash.

This battle has gone beyond the limits of the physical body and has become a contest of will and strength. Mu Yu's golden thunder and Tutankhamun's necromantic power collided fiercely in the air, and their every breath, every movement, and every drop of sweat became a part of this battle.

The battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun has entered the final stage, and the atmosphere is extremely tense. The clouds in the sky also seemed to be attracted by the fierce battle, converging around the two of them, dimming the light.

Tutankhamun, the former pharaoh, now appears to the world as a necromancy, his whole body shrouded in a layer of intense necromantic power, as if he has become one with the darkness. Each of his attacks carried an icy aura of death, as if it could freeze time.

And Mu Yu, his whole body was surrounded by golden thunder, and every flash was like lightning cutting through the darkness. His fists were condensed with endless power, and each swing carried a thunderous momentum, as if it could tear the heavens and the earth.

The two fought fiercely from the ground all the way to the sky, moving so fast that only a vague afterimage could be seen. The air was filled with strong energy fluctuations, and each collision was like a violent collision of two forces, making a deafening roar.

Tutankhamun's necromantic power and Mu Yu's golden thunder power met in mid-air, bursting into a dazzling light. The light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, stabbing people's eyes and making it difficult to open them. Then, another violent wave of energy came, as if even the air was trembling.

In this fierce battle, the figures of the two are intertwined again. Their fists, legs, feet, and bodies collided in the air, and every contact carried with incredible power. This power is not only reflected in the collision of physical bodies, but also in the energy they release.

As time went on, both began to get a little sluggish in their movements. They all seem to have reached the limit of their strength, but none of them are willing to give up. This battle is no longer just about winning or losing, but also about faith and honor.

Finally, after a violent collision, the two men stepped back. They looked at each other with firmness and determination in their eyes. They know that every attack that follows can be the difference between victory and defeat.

The battle between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun has heated up. The surrounding air flow seemed to be torn apart by the power of the two people, shaking the earth and surging the clouds in the sky.

Mu Yu's whole body was surrounded by golden thunder, and every inch of his skin seemed to be as bright as gold. His posture is vigorous, like a god of war made of golden thunder, and the fists he wields are full of lightning and thunder.

Tutankhamun unleashed the power of necromancy, a deep dark energy that was like an abyss in the underworld, devouring all light. His figure became blurry and eerie, as if it merged with death itself.

The collision between the two was like the sky falling apart. Every fist-to-flesh encounter triggered a shockwave that was visible to the naked eye, sweeping all around. The ground cracked deep cracks under this force, and the mountains in the distance trembled.

Suddenly, Mu Yu rose into the air, and the golden thunder light pulled out a long tail flame behind him, like a golden meteor piercing the sky. He slammed his fist into Tutankhamun, instantly dispersing the power of the necromancy.

Not to be outdone, Tutankhamun raised his head to the sky and roared, and the power of the necromancy converged from all directions, forming a huge vortex of energy. His figure disappeared into the darkness, and the next moment he appeared behind Mu Yu, slashing at his back with a palm.

However, Mu Yu seemed to have expected it, and with a slight side of his body, he dodged this fatal blow. He slammed his backhand punch at Tutankhamun, and the golden thunder and the power of necromancy collided in midair, making a deafening loud bang.

Under the impact of this force, the two of them flew backwards at the same time. But when they landed, they quickly stabilized their bodies and prepared for the next round of attacks.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart by their battle, revealing a brilliant starry sky. Under this vast canopy, the figures of the two intertwined and collided, and each attack carried the power of destroying the world. This battle has gone beyond the limits of the physical body and has become a contest in the depths of the soul.

The battle entered its final stage, and the confrontation between Mu Yu and Tutankhamun became more and more intense. Tutankhamun's necromantic power filled the air, giving people a chilling aura. And Mu Yu was surrounded by golden thunder all over his body, as if a god of war had descended.

The fists of the two collided together, making a dull sound, as if the collision of two mountain peaks. The ground trembled beneath their feet, cracks spreading like spider webs. The figures of the two staggered in the air, and then separated in an instant, leaving a string of afterimages.

Suddenly, Mu Yu jumped up, his body crossed a golden arc in mid-air, and slammed into Tutankhamun with a heavy punch. And Tutankhamun did not show weakness, his figure disappeared in place, and the next moment appeared behind Mu Yu, slashing at his back with a palm.

However, Mu Yu's reaction was quicker, and he turned around sharply and took Tutankhamun's palm hard with his elbow. The two forces converged in the air, making a deafening sound. The powerful impact made both of their bodies tremble slightly, but they both stood firmly in place.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be torn apart by this force, and the sunlight shone through the cracks in the fierce battle. The figures of the two shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight, as if they were engaged in a sacred contest.

In the end, Mu Yu let out an earth-shattering roar, and the thunder light in his whole body instantly exploded, forming a huge golden thunderball. Tutankhamun let out a grim laugh as the necromantic power around his body condensed into a giant scythe.

The attacks of the two collided in the air, making an earth-shattering explosion. The thunder and the power of the necromancy corroded each other, as if they were about to swallow the entire world. Under the impact of this force, the air around them became scorching and suffocating.

This battle has reached the final moment, and the victory or defeat is here. The figures of the two loomed in the explosion, their strength had surpassed the limits of their physical bodies, as if they were engaged in a battle of gods and demons. 、

In a barren land, the battle between Muyu and Tutankhamun entered a white-hot phase. The wind roared, kicking up a cloud of dust, as if the whole world was trembling.

Mu Yu was surrounded by golden thunder light, each thunder light was like golden dragon scales, flashing with dazzling light. His figure loomed in the thunder, as if it was one with the thunder and lightning between heaven and earth.

Tutankhamun unleashed the power of necromancy, a dark force from the underworld, cold and scarring. His figure was engulfed in darkness, as if incarnated as the embodiment of death, exuding a chilling aura.

The attacks of the two of them came and went, fists to the flesh, and every collision was like a loud sound like the sky was falling apart. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and cracks spread like spider webs.

Gradually, the battle rose from the ground to the sky. The two of them are like dragons in the sky, sometimes with lightning, sometimes with darkness. Their figures traveled through thunder and darkness, each collision like a storm between heaven and earth.

In this thrilling battle, Mu Yu and Tutankhamun showed amazing strength and skill. Their figures are intertwined in the air, like a vivid picture, which makes people marvel.