From the very beginning, the stakes held by the two sides in this contest had been unequal.
No matter how proud and unruly Medusa Queen was, she had no room to choose. She could only submit.
Even if she had guessed right, what would it change?
What if this beast in human skin flew into a rage out of humiliation and slaughtered the entire Serpent-Human Tribe?
Could anyone really gamble on an enemy's mercy?
Either she proactively submitted as she had now, or she watched this man massacre a group of serpent-humans before yielding...
There was no other way.
This was the truest, most primitive law of survival on the Dou Qi Continent.
If you could not become strong, then your fate was already decided.
Either be destroyed by the strong, or submit to them.
As the eerie white chill above the city completely dispersed, the serpent-humans who had been a single step away from death were still asleep, utterly unaware of what had just happened.
On the throne in the Serpent-Human Tribe's queen's palace—the seat that symbolized Medusa Queen's supreme status—sat a man.
Medusa Queen, who could move freely but whose seal had yet to be lifted, stood respectfully to one side, awaiting orders.
Wu Yan flipped through the Serpent-Human Tribe's Sealing Secret Art several times and soon gained a grasp of it.
After putting away the scroll in his hand, Wu Yan seemed to remember that someone was standing beside him.
After some thought, Wu Yan flicked out a stream of energy and removed the energy seal inside Medusa.
"Gather every Dou Emperor expert in your Serpent-Human Tribe. I have something for them to do."
"Yes, Lord Yan."
Medusa Queen lowered her proud head and began performing a secret art of the Serpent-Human Tribe.
Watching several illusory