In the Jia Ma Empire, the Magical Beast Mountain Range lay on the route to the Tagor Desert. Fortunately, that hardly delayed them. Chen Cang and his companions picked up the Snow Demon Heavenly Ape and left at once.
The Snake-People Tribe, Holy City.
Queen Medusa stood atop the wall, gazing toward the Magical Beast Mountain Range. Today, she had changed into a fiery-red brocade robe, which added a few more degrees of vibrant warmth to her appearance. Standing on the city wall, she looked like the most vivid flower in the desert, so dazzling that one could hardly look away.
Yet neither the Snake-People coming and going through the city nor the soldiers stationed atop the walls dared to study her for long. Whenever their gazes swept past her, their eyes held only worship and reverence.
They all knew that the Snake-People Tribe could now carve out a peaceful corner for itself amid the surrounding pressures, even making the neighboring empires wary, largely thanks to the formidable reputation their queen had forged.
That had been true before, and now that Her Majesty had entered the ranks of Dou Zong, the Snake-People Tribe's future would only grow brighter.
After learning of this, many Snake-People had grown somewhat arrogant. They no longer took the Jia Ma Empire seriously, believing that from now on, the roles of attacker and defender would be reversed between the Snake-People Tribe and the Jia Ma Empire. It was time to strike back.
Over the years, humans and Snake-People had fought endlessly, accumulating deep enmity.
The Jia Ma Empire had suffered considerable losses in those conflicts, but the Snake-People Tribe had gained little either. In fact, their circumstances had been even more difficult. Otherwise, they would never have been forced to take refuge in the Tagor Desert,