Although Medusa had only just encountered spatial power and did not yet understand how spatial jade slips worked, as queen of the Snake-People Tribe, she possessed wisdom and composure few could match.
Her narrow, slit-pupiled eyes remained fixed on the spot where the spatial passage had shattered, her thoughts racing like lightning.
After the jade slip had been crushed, the passage had indeed formed. Yet no one had emerged from it. Then its spatial power had run out, and the passage had shattered into nothingness.
There were only two possible explanations: either the people on the other end were unwilling to come, or the person who had made the jade slip-or those who should have come-was already dead.
Since they had been willing to bestow such a lifesaving item, they would hardly stand by with folded arms. Most likely, then, the powerful figures backing these people were dead beyond all doubt.
At that thought, a sharp gleam flashed through Medusa's icy slit pupils.
"Hai Bodong, strike!"
Her voice was as cold as an icy spring, carrying unquestionable authority.
"Profound Ice Dragon Soar!"
First, the exhilaration of surviving a brush with death flooded Hai Bodong's face. Then that exhilaration turned into blazing fury.
He had spent all this time being beaten down by some Gu Clan bastard who had appeared out of nowhere. Now that he knew his opponent was nothing but a paper tiger, how could the Ice Emperor swallow any more of it? In the Jia Ma Empire, even a dragon had to coil up and behave!
Eight ice dragons wheeled through the air, roaring, their crystalline scales reflecting dazzling, frigid light beneath the setting sun. This was the limit Hai Bodong could unleash after taking the Emperor's Extreme Pill. At that moment, his burning fighting spirit and surging