Snake People Tribe Survivors' Haven

Meanwhile, deep within the Tagor Desert, where the capital of the Snake People Empire stood.

This place had been reinforced by earth-element cultivators more than once, transforming the Snake People's once exotic-style architecture into impregnable bunkers.

The change in style was drastic, but it was also unavoidable.

Outside the city, tens of thousands of undead magical beasts wandered aimlessly. From time to time, stragglers approached the "bunkers," only to have their bodies pierced by enormous spears fired through tiny openings!

When an undead magical beast was pierced through, nauseating black, viscous fluid flowed from its belly—everything about it reeked of ominousness and filth.

Then, some of the surrounding magical beasts would erupt into a frenzy, devouring the poor creature that had been "seriously wounded."

The foul black liquid splashed everywhere, striking the thick bunker walls with a chorus of "sizzles." Corrosive white smoke rose upward, filling everyone with dread.

"Bunker Five needs reinforcing!"

"Coming, coming!"

The besieged capital was like the last remaining island in the sea, surrounded by raging waves while mysterious gazes peered from the depths.

If not for the two Dou Zong experts stationed within the Snake People Empire's capital, this city would likely have long since become a kingdom of the undead!

Here, those with earth and water attributes were the most welcome.

Inside the "bunker," within a magnificent palace, Medusa sat upon the Snake People tribe's throne. Her expression was gloomy, and cold glints occasionally flashed through her vertical pupils, leaving the Dou Wangs seated below too afraid to raise their heads and meet her gaze.

"Yun Shan, your human side may freely handle going out to search for supplies. Do not drag the Snake People into everything!"

At the first seat on the left side of the long conference table below sat a handsome