At that decisive moment, Tutankhamun's flame of life seemed to be forcibly suppressed by an invisible force. His bright eyes gradually lost their brilliance, replaced by an indescribable horror. His hands reached out into the air in vain, as if trying to grasp the last shred of hope.

In front of Tutankhamun, Mu Yu's figure was as strange as a ghost, with a cruel smile on his face and a cold glint in his eyes. His hand held a golden scepter, the tip of which emitted a sharp light, like a blade that traveled through time and space, and was aimed at Tutankhamun's heart.

With a slight wave of the Shepherd Rain's Scepter, the golden light instantly hit Tutankhamun. A dull sound echoed through the air, as if the ancient gods were only sighing. Tutankhamun's body collapsed in an instant like a fragile sand sculpture in the face of this force.

At this moment, a strange force erupted from Tutankhamun's body. It was a golden falcon with its wings spread, the seat of the god of Anubis, a symbol of the power of death and regeneration. The falcon broke through its restraints, swirling and flying in the sky, and then slowly disappeared into the clouds, as if in search of a new host.

The whole process was only fleeting, but there seemed to be an indescribable sadness and loss in the air. Tutankhamun's flame of life was extinguished, and Anubis returned to the infinite universe.

In the dimly lit chamber, Tutankhamun's figure was particularly fragile in the dim light. His eyes were full of horror, and he had no way to retreat in the face of the sudden attack. Mu Yu stood in front of him, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the staff in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

An invisible force was released from the staff, slicing through the air like a bolt of lightning. It pierced directly through Tutankhamun's body, causing him to tremble violently, and his face instantly turned pale. His body began to twitch violently, as if swallowed by a tremendous force.

The air around him seemed to freeze, and time became unusually slow at this moment. Every subtle movement, every fluctuation of breath, is infinitely magnified. Tutankhamun's eyes were filled with desperation, and his hands struggled feebly, trying to grasp the last shred of hope.

However, that force didn't give him any chance. It ruthlessly destroyed his body until he could no longer move. Tutankhamun's body collapsed limply, lying on the cold floor, lifeless.

At the same time, a mysterious power emerged from his body. It was a lion-headed god - Anubis. Its eyes were deep and majestic, and its whole body exuded an awe-inspiring aura. Its appearance seems to fill the entire tomb with sacredness and solemnity.

Anubis's divine power spread throughout the tomb, colliding with the force of destruction. The clash between the two caused a violent concussion that caused the entire chamber to tremble. Dust and debris flew in the air, as if it were a grand ball.

Eventually, Anubis's divine powers prevailed. It gradually devoured the destructive force, absorbing it little by little. The aura in the burial chamber gradually calmed down, leaving only the majestic figure of Anubis and Tutankhamun's cold, lifeless body.

At that moment, Tutankhamun's body seemed to be violently pounded by an invisible force. His eyes were full of horror, and his body was suppressed by an invisible force, and he was powerless to resist. He looked at Mu Yu in front of him, his eyes full of incomprehension and despair.

Mu Yu's eyes were firm and cold, and the spear in his hand pierced Tutankhamun like lightning. With a sharp metal thud, the spear pierced Tutankhamun's chest, splattering blood. Tutankhamun's body collapsed weakly, and the last image in his eyes was Mu Yu's indifferent face.

A mysterious power emerged from Tutankhamun's body, transforming into a giant Anubis god. Its face was majestic and mysterious, and its eyes radiated a fierce light. Its body seems to be made of pure light, giving it a solemn and sacred feeling.

The giant god only slowly rose into the sky, and its appearance caused a gust of wind that blew away the dust around it. As it lifted off, Tutankhamun's body gradually disappeared into the light, as if absorbed by the god.

At this point, the entire battlefield fell silent. People were deeply shocked by this scene and were speechless. The giant Anubis god only stayed in the sky for a moment, then slowly disappeared into the clouds.

At that moment, Tutankhamun's life seemed to be forcibly stripped away by an invisible force. His eyes were full of horror and incomprehension, and his young face was swallowed up by this sudden fate before he could write more about his life.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to sense the breath of death, and they swelled and gathered, pouring down the cold rain. Every drop of rain was like a ruthless inquisitor, striking Tutankhamun and washing away his sins and mistakes.

However, just as his life was about to dissipate, a mysterious power emerged from his body. It was the godly position of Anubis, and its appearance seemed to announce the end of Tutankhamun's life, and seemed to herald the beginning of a new destiny.

The position of the god radiated a dazzling light, enveloping Tutankhamun's body. The light was so intense that the raindrops around it dissolved into nothingness the moment they touched it. All the sounds were gone, and only the divine light bloomed in the night sky, like the last elegy, to end Tutankhamun's life.

At that moment, Tutankhamun seemed to be frozen in time, and his wide eyes reflected the figure of Mu Yu, the man he once regarded as a friend. The spear in Mu Yu's hand was like a disarmed arrow, with a cold wind, piercing Tutankhamun's chest. The blood flower bloomed on the golden armor, like a desert flower in midsummer, poignant and short-lived.

Tutankhamun's body leaned back slightly under the force of the spear, his eyes full of incomprehension and unwillingness. His hand still seemed to have an attempt to grasp that fate, but that was no longer possible. The flame of his life was instantly extinguished under Mu Yu's attack, like a star suddenly falling from the night sky.

Then, a strange force emerged from Tutankhamun's body. It was a black cheetah, the god of Anubis, the eternal god of death. Its eyes shimmered with a deep light, as if it could penetrate all the mysteries of life and death. It flew out of Tutankhamun's body, soared through the air, and slowly disappeared into the distant sky.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent. The soldiers who had fought for power and faith were now shocked by this sudden turn of events. And Mu Yu, he just stood there quietly, there was no joy of victory in his eyes, only deep sorrow and endless contemplation.

On the banks of the Nile, a fierce battle is raging. Tutankhamun, a young pharaoh clad in golden armor, struggled with the rain from the underworld. Every time they clashed, they stirred up a cloud of dust, as if they were about to swallow the whole world into it.

Mu Yu held a huge scythe in his hand, and every swing carried the breath of death. And Tutankhamun's golden armor shimmered coldly in the moonlight, and his eyes burned with unyielding fire. But no matter how much he resisted, the scythe always seemed to point at his Achilles' heel.

Suddenly, a ray of light rose from Tutankhamun's body, illuminating the dark sky. It was the god of Anubis, which represented supreme power and infinite wisdom. However, at this moment, it has a tragic magnificence, separated from its owner's body, like a meteor piercing the night sky.

With the appearance of the position of God, Tutankhamun's breath began to weaken. His golden armor lost its luster, and the flames in his eyes dimmed. He knew that he could no longer resist this powerful force.

In the light of the position of the god Anubis, Mu Yu's scythe slashed through a cold arc, accurately slashing at Tutankhamun. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was full of murderous intent.

The moment the scythe struck the golden armor, a dazzling light burst out, as if it was about to swallow the entire world. Then there was silence, and only the position of Anubis slowly dissipated in the air, as if mourning the loss of the young pharaoh.

Tutankhamun lay in the ancient tomb, his body covered with a shadow, it was Mu Yu, his face was cold and unforgiving. The dagger in Mu Yu's hand flashed with cold light, it was the blade of fate, and no one could escape. Tutankhamun's eyes were full of fear and incomprehension, and he tried to struggle, but the strength was far away from him.

As Mu Yu's dagger pierced, Tutankhamun's body trembled. Blood gushed from his wounds, staining the stone walls of the tomb red. The brilliance in his eyes quickly dimmed, and the flame of life was ruthlessly extinguished. In the last moments of his life, Tutankhamun's eyes seemed to reflect the godhood of Anubis, an infinite majesty and power.

Then, Tutankhamun's body completely lost its vitality. His soul floated out of his body and merged with the godlike position of Anubis to form a powerful energy body. The position of the god radiated a mysterious light, illuminating the entire tomb. It slowly rises and floats into the endless darkness, as if searching for a new host.

And Mu Yu stood silently aside, his eyes flashing with a complicated light. He watched as Anubis's godship vanished into the darkness, and then slowly put away the dagger in his hand. He knew that this was the end of his mission and a new beginning.

In the gloomy burial chamber, Tutankhamun's body lies lonely on a stone platform, once the youngest and richest pharaoh in the world, but now a prisoner of death. A blinding light suddenly burst out from within him, like the rising sun piercing through the dark clouds and illuminating the darkness around him.

Mu Yu, the mysterious guardian, holds a scepter inlaid with mysterious runes, and his eyes are firm and deep. He swung the scepter in his hand vigorously, and an invisible force was released from the scepter, striking Tutankhamun's chest like a bolt of lightning.

With a deafening bang, Tutankhamun's body trembled violently, as if he was suffering endless pain. His skin began to glow with a golden glow, as if his innate divine power was gradually dissipating. His eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, but he couldn't resist the powerful force.

Suddenly, a mysterious force rushed out of Tutankhamun's body and turned into a huge phantom. It was Anubis, the Inquisitor of the Underworld, in the form of a lion with a wolf's head, representing death and rebirth. The apparition circled in the air before slowly landing on Tutankhamun's corpse, as if guarding the former owner.

The entire chamber fell into a deathly silence, except for the solemn roar of Anubis. Mu Yu watched all this silently, he knew that his mission had been completed, and everything that followed would be arranged by the power of the underworld.

In that moment of rapid change, Tutankhamun seemed to be swallowed up by endless darkness. Mu Yu in front of him, holding a scepter glowing with cold light, slammed into him with an unstoppable momentum. The moment the scepter collided with the pharaoh's chest, there was a deafening roar, as if the oldest oath in heaven and earth had been broken.

Tutankhamun's body collapsed in an instant under that blow, and golden blood splattered out like a golden rain scorched by the scorching sun. His eyes were filled with disbelief and deep sorrow, and his hands tried to grasp the life that had dissipated. However, it was all in vain, and he was as fragile as a grain of sand under the attack of Mu Yu.

At this moment, a powerful force erupted from Tutankhamun's body. It was the godly seat of Anubis, and it rose like a bright star from the body of the dead pharaoh. The light illuminated the entire dark chamber, and its intense light seemed to be incapable of even time. All life and death reached its climax at this moment.

The godly position of Anubis floats slowly in the air, its light gradually changing, as if to show the world its infinite majesty and power. Tutankhamun's body vanished completely under that blow, leaving only the faint scent of gold in the air and the heavy silence in the tomb.

In a mysterious tomb on the banks of the Nile, Tutankhamun's young face is carved with unsolved doubts. He lay quietly in the sarcophagus, a golden veil covering his serene countenance, as if the Egyptian sun had been permanently frozen on his cheeks.

Suddenly, an invisible force descended from the sky, like a storm in the underworld, in which endless darkness and destruction were condensed. This was Mu Yu's power, and his divine power condensed into a deadly arrow that shot directly at Tutankhamun.

Tutankhamun's eyes were full of consternation, and he seemed unable to understand why he had been hit by such a sudden attack. The force pierced through his chest, and golden blood splattered and stained the sarcophagus and burial chamber red.

As Tutankhamun fell, a mysterious power surged through his body. It was the godlike seat of Anubis, rising from Tutankhamun's body in a dazzling glow.

The brilliance gradually spread, revealing the image of Anubis. He was dressed in a black robe, with a towering crown of feathers on his head, a scepter in his hand, and a deep, mysterious look in his eyes. His presence seemed to fill the entire tomb with a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

However, at this time, Anubis does not stand on the side of the guardian, but appears as a judge. His eyes were cold and unforgiving, as if examining Tutankhamun's sins. With his appearance, the atmosphere of the entire burial chamber became heavy and oppressive, as if even the air had frozen.

In that moment, Tutankhamun seemed to fall into an eternal stillness. His youthful face still maintained a look of astonishment, and the eyes that had once been full of curiosity and vitality were now frozen in all their brilliance. His hand still clenched the dagger, but it was no longer a tool of his struggle, but a symbol of his fate.

Raindrops fell mercilessly, hitting Tutankhamun's body as if they were tears from heaven, weeping for his short life. Every drop of rain was like a sharp knife that pierced into his body, taking away his temperature and vitality. Under the baptism of rain, Tutankhamun's body gradually became cold and stiff.

However, just as Tutankhamun was about to close his eyes forever, a ray of light burst out from within him. It was the god of Anubis, the power of death and rebirth. It rose from Tutankhamun's body like a giant soul lamp, illuminating the darkness around it.

The light gradually spread, turning into a powerful energy field, and its power was so powerful that the raindrops around it turned into nothingness the moment they touched it. The godly throne of Anubis slowly rises into the sky, its light contrasting with the dark night sky, as if to announce the end of one era and the beginning of another.

At this moment, Tutankhamun's body seemed to lose weight and fell to the ground gently. His eyes were closed, but his soul had become one with the godship of Anubis and became a part of eternity.

In the darkened catacombs, Tutankhamun's body lies quietly on a stone platform. His face still retains the immaturity of his life, but the eyes that were once bright have lost their light. A faint light emanated from within him, as if it was the last struggle of life.

At this moment, a tall figure came out of the shadows, it was Mu Yu. His eyes shone with determination and compassion, and the sword in his hand was stained even more vividly with blood. He slowly approached Tutankhamun, the tip of his sword pointed directly at his weak body.

Tutankhamun's body trembled slightly, as if sensing the coming of death. And from his body, a mysterious light gradually condensed, turning into a majestic god - Anubis. It resembles an ancient Egyptian fresco, dressed in an ornate robe, wearing a double-horned crown, and its eyes glitter with coldness and wisdom.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand fell suddenly. With a slight groan, Tutankhamun's body came to a complete still. And the position of Anubis also fully emerged from his body at this moment, slowly rising to the top of the tomb, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

There was silence in the tomb, except for the heavy breathing of Mu Yu. He looked down at the sword in his hand, and there was still a faint golden light on the tip of the sword. He knew that he had completed his mission and ended the legend of an era. But in this silence, he felt an indescribable desolation and desolation.