Medusa had just struck the Ironclad Ape dead with a snake tail blow as swift as lightning when the Thunderous Tiger's attack came crashing down like a raging storm.
It was simply too fast—so fast that Medusa had no time to dodge.
Medusa's heart tightened. She knew she could not escape unscathed, so she could only give it everything she had and adjust her body as much as possible, keeping the Thunderous Tiger's attack away from her vital points.
In the blink of an eye, the Thunderous Tiger's massive paw came down on Medusa's abdomen again with crushing force.
The Thunderous Tiger had used all its strength in this strike. Its power was anything but light.
Medusa felt a tremendous impact slam into her, sending her body flying uncontrollably through the air in a miserable arc.
At the same time, sweetness filled her throat, and she could not stop a mouthful of blood from spraying out.
Though this strike was not enough to kill Medusa on the spot, it undoubtedly made her injuries worse.
She had first been ambushed by the Thunderous Tiger, and now she had taken this full-force blow. For Medusa, whose strength had yet to fully recover, this was an absolutely devastating injury.
She could clearly feel the power within her rapidly draining away, while her body grew weaker and weaker.
Medusa knew that if this continued, she would truly be in grave danger.
She looked at the Ironclad Ape's horribly mangled corpse. A trace of determination flashed through her eyes as she gritted her teeth and made a decision.
Using the momentum of her flight, she retreated at full speed.
At this moment, she did not even have time to take the Ironclad Ape's Magic Core. Compared to the Magic Core, her own life was obviously