The battle on Xiao Yu's side could hardly have been easier. His terrifying strength allowed him to handle eight Dou Zongs with ease even without using Dou Qi, and none of them could withstand his attacks. A single touch was enough to injure them.
Medusa's side, by contrast, was not nearly as effortless as Xiao Yu's. She lacked his physique, and taking even one of these Dou Zongs' terrifying attacks would cause her no small amount of trouble.
Put simply, Medusa could fight a Peak Nine-Star Dou Zong, but she could only contend with one Peak Dou Zong at full strength. With his terrifying body and oceanic reserves of Dou Qi, Xiao Yu could fight three at once without falling behind.
The only difference was that, at the brink of death, Medusa could burn her Primordial Creation Bloodline to draw out the trace of Primordial Creation power within it, unleashing strength that was not her own.
No one knew how terrifying that power was, not even Medusa herself. But she felt that even an expert who had just entered the Dou Zun realm would be unable to withstand it.
Yet this was a method that guaranteed death. Once she used it, Medusa's bloodline essence would be exhausted. That was a terrifying prospect. Once her essence was gone, only one fate awaited her: death and the end of her cultivation, her very being reduced to drifting ash.
Xiao Yu had no Primordial Creation Bloodline. Perhaps, if he risked his life and unleashed every means currently at his disposal, he could fight a Dou Zun expert, but he was uncertain of his chances of victory. After all, the gulf between Dou Zong and Dou Zun was far too vast, incomparable to the gap between Dou Wang and Dou Zong.
Medusa spared a