A massive explosion erupted in the distance, and Imhotep, transformed into his sand form, stood atop a skyscraper, gazing into the far distance. He was puzzled by the battle happening there, where lightning continuously struck the ground, creating a scene both eerie and terrifying.
"That person should have fled this way, right? Why is there not even a trace of their presence left?"
Imhotep's attention shifted back from the distant explosion. He had been chasing someone to this street, not knowing the extent of their power but aware that anyone who could stand by the clone of Xuan's side at such a time must be formidable. Thus, he focused solely on pursuing this individual, disregarding others, as his magic was primarily wide-ranging. Alone, whether morphing into sand or casting spells, he could act without restraint.
