The Fall of a Tyrant

A group of burly men wielding heavy weapons such as broadswords and hammers began charging at the Snake-people Empire's defensive line.

The fighting on the ground looked brutally fierce, but the ones who truly determined the course of the war were the powerful experts in the sky.

Shi Tian gripped a golden saber and laughed arrogantly. "Hahaha, Medusa, come out and surrender already! Otherwise, I'm afraid every last one of your tribespeople will die!"

Queen Medusa stood opposite him with two others. Her curvaceous figure was wrapped in armor, adding a touch of heroic valor to her bearing.

Hidden in the shadows, Xiao Zhen licked his lips. He had already made up his mind—next time, he would have the Queen put on that armor first, then they could... hehehe!

The winds of the battlefield shifted as countless streams of black mist cleared out a vast area.

Queen Medusa pointed her sword at the black mist and said coldly, "Soul Hall, what exactly do you want? Why are you helping the Lion Underworld Sect deal with my Snake-people Empire?"

"Ke ke ke, it is merely a transaction. If Queen Medusa can offer a more satisfactory reward, then Soul Hall can cooperate with you as well."

Over a hundred figures emerged from the black mist. Even the weakest Human-class Protector possessed the cultivation of a Dou Zong. Their numbers this time far exceeded those from the previous war.

Moreover, quite a few higher-ups of the Snake-people Empire noticed that the enemy seemed to have gained two new experts.

Judging from their positions, the two newcomers likely held even higher status. Especially that sinister old man at the front—his aura completely crushed the other Dou Zuns present!

Soul Hall's Fourth Heavenly Venerate, Blood River, laughed loudly. "I can hardly wait to taste the