Outside the Medusa Temple, the Black Scale Cold Flood Dragon's massive body coiled through the air.
A dense, baleful aura lingered around the outer city walls.
Wearing a silver mask and clasping his hands behind his back, Gu He stood silently atop the Black Scale Cold Flood Dragon.
Upon the walls, densely packed Snake People Tribe guards gripped their weapons, their expressions grave as they stood ready and stared at the man and beast in the sky.
Some Snake People Tribe guards who had fortunately survived the great battle three months ago could not help revealing fear in their eyes as they looked at Gu He standing atop the Black Scale Cold Flood Dragon.
This scene was so similar to the one from three months ago!
That damned demon had come again!
Looking at their companions around them, those Snake People Tribe guards who had survived by chance sighed inwardly.
They wondered how many more of their people would survive after this battle.
"Why is there no movement?"
Standing on the Black Scale Cold Flood Dragon, Gu He looked at the Medusa Temple, which had remained silent for some time, a trace of doubt appearing in his eyes.
"Could Queen Medusa not be here?"
Just as he was wondering, Gu He suddenly let out a surprised sound.
With his powerful soul perception, he sensed a powerful aura rapidly flying toward them from the Medusa Temple.
"Could Queen Medusa have broken through?"
A possibility surfaced in Gu He's mind, but he immediately shook his head.
"No, this isn't Queen Medusa's aura."
Gu He had a deep impression of Queen Medusa's distinctive aura. He instantly determined that this Dou Zong was not Queen Medusa.
As these thoughts flashed through Gu He's mind, a streak of light shot out and swiftly stopped in