Qian Shengyuan flipped through the air. His six wings folded in, then suddenly spread wide again as he hovered for a moment to the Queen Medusa's right.
He had already exchanged dozens of moves with this fifty-thousand-year soul beast. Every light blade left a fresh cut in its dark golden scales, but he kept every wound superficial.
He enjoyed the process, as though probing the limits of this soul beast.
The amber glow in the Queen Medusa's vertical pupils had already dimmed somewhat from before.
Its Petrifying Ray had never managed to hit a rapidly moving target, while the accumulating wounds from Qian Shengyuan's light blades, though not fatal, had visibly slowed it down.
It began to retreat. Its coiled body slowly withdrew into the shadows, its serpentine neck lowered as it tried to hide behind the rocks again.
Qian Shengyuan stopped the instant it retreated.
He hovered in midair as the golden light blades in his palm slowly dissipated. Spreading the fingers of his right hand, he pressed down toward the ground.
"That's enough."
Golden Soul Power surged from Qian Shengyuan's palm, rapidly expanding in midair into a vast curtain of light.
When the light curtain struck the ground, it let out a deep hum. Its edges embedded themselves in the earth, enclosing the Queen Medusa and the patch of shadow where it was coiled.
The Queen Medusa abruptly raised its head, trying to charge through the light curtain, but the instant it touched the golden barrier, it was flung back. A scorched mark was left across its scales.
It tried twice more, only to be repelled each time. More and more scorch marks appeared on its dark golden scales. At last, it stopped struggling, lowered its body, and the amber light in its dark golden vertical pupils flickered