Time passed in a flash. Medusa could find no opening to kill her opponents, and the masters of the Three-Nation Alliance were likewise unable to destroy her.
The battle on Nashen Mountain never ceased. Medusa had lost count of how many times she had been driven back to Wusha's side.
Fighting nine opponents single-handedly, she had circled Nashen Mountain countless times. Apart from the solitary peak of Nashen Mountain itself, everything in the surrounding area had been blasted into ruins. A thick pall of dust and smoke choked a radius of two hundred miles. Even Li Lanhao, Wusha, and Han Yue were obscured by the billowing fog.
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