Medusa, coiled atop a massive boulder, took in every bit of it.
As the leader and Empress of the Snake Race, she had grown up among snakes and witnessed countless hunts, yet she had never seen such overwhelming power.
Just moments ago, she had believed that with thousands of snakes, they would surely subdue these humans. But the sight before her made her scalp tingle, a chill shooting from her spine straight to the crown of her head.
She looked at the savage Demon God Phantom behind Hua Xiaoyao, at the Reaper's Scythe that could tear through the air, and felt her heart tighten again and again.
The power contained within that black Qi filled her with terror from the depths of her soul. It seemed that if even a trace of it brushed against her, she would be pierced through like those Giant Pythons and lose all her strength.
She then looked at Hua Sijun, at those nearly transparent Phantom Demon Vines, watching them coil and bind with nimble precision. Even the most cunning Bamboo Leaf Green could not escape them, and her eyes were filled with wariness.
She knew that if she stepped forward, she likely would not even be able to withstand a single move from these siblings.
Just as Medusa hesitated over whether to turn and flee, her gaze fell upon Hua Jing, who had just gotten to her feet.
Hua Jing still held the empty Ivory White Porcelain Bottle in her hand. Her face, once pale from the poison, had regained its rosy color, and her eyes had become clear again. The pain and panic from before had vanished without a trace. Clearly, that bottle of divine water had worked.
Medusa's pupils suddenly contracted as she stared fixedly at the empty porcelain bottle, her breathing