After Ice River Valley's people had been cleared out, the swamp that had just been frozen by cold marrow cracked open again, ripples spreading layer by layer across the dark green-black water.
The snake-type magical beasts Qing Lin had awakened with her Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils did not disperse at once. Instead, they coiled within mountain crevices, marshes, and at the edges of caves, silently watching this foreign Snake-People Tribe contingent through the cold mist.
There was no slaughter.
No driving them away.
A few low-tier Coldwater Snake Beasts even voluntarily yielded the waterways they had occupied, slowly retreating into deeper shadows.
As the Snake-People Tribe members watched this, an indescribable emotion gradually appeared in their eyes.
Reverence.
Anticipation.
And a trace of disbelief.
They had truly walked out of Tagor.
They truly might be able to survive here.
Queen Medusa stood at the entrance to the mountain hollow, her violet eyes sweeping over the surroundings.
The chill left behind by Ice River Valley had not yet fully dissipated. Cracked ice pillars and fragments of cold marrow crystals melted by flames lay scattered across the ground.
With a wave of her hand, seven-colored Dou Qi spread out like a tide, shattering the last layer of frost.
"Count the wounded."
Her voice was not loud, yet it instantly brought every Snake-People Tribe member back to their senses.
"Set up three lines of defense around the waterways first."
"The young snakes and wounded stay in the center. The able-bodied remain outside. We do not enter the deeper valley tonight."
"Yue Mei, take people to inspect the swamp."
"Hua She'er, establish a perimeter."
As each order fell, the migrating party swiftly sprang into action.
This was Medusa.
Moments ago, she had been able to hold off Ice River Valley's Dou Zong at