"Report! Empress, Snake Valley ahead has been invaded by the Human Race. The casualties are severe—please make a decision at once!"
At Medusa's cultivation grounds, a Flying Snake swiftly flew over, landed on the ground, and prostrated itself as it delivered its report.
Medusa abruptly opened her eyes. Two snake-shaped bolts of lightning shot into the void before her, slicing the air itself into nothingness.
The air around her suddenly froze, while the long hair woven from countless tiny snakes writhed madly as though alive.
Every little snake raised its triangular head, scarlet tongues flickering with hisses, their golden vertical pupils brimming with savage, man-eating ferocity.
They tangled and collided with one another, their fangs grinding together in fine, grating sounds, as if they would churn all the spiritual energy in the cultivation grounds to pieces.
"The Human Race... dared to set foot in Snake Valley, and even dared to harm my people?" Medusa's voice no longer held a trace of its usual chill. Every word was like an ice-tempered Poison Stinger, shaking bits of stone loose from the surrounding rocks.
The rainbow-colored snake tail beneath her slammed into the ground. A bottomless fissure instantly spread outward, dark green venom seeping from it and corroding every flower and blade of grass it passed into black ash.
"Pass down my command. Summon the Eight Great Generals!"
Medusa swept up her hand, and the snake-shaped spiritual power bursting from her fingertips transformed into eight streaks of light that flew toward the eight directions of Snake Valley.
In less than half an incense stick's time, the ground suddenly trembled violently. Eight burly figures strode out of the mist—they were the Snake Race's Eight Great Generals.
Each stood over ten feet tall. Their upper bodies were human-shaped, their knotted muscular arms covered in thick