After a brief moment of thought, Wusha decided to step back. After all, war tested not only individual combat power, but also a sharp and wise mind.
And right on cue, Wusha pinched Medusa's ear, narrowed her phoenix eyes, and spoke coldly:
"Little she-snake Medusa, don't let this king down. Hmph, but you know what? Isn't that smelly brown-furred brat desperate for milk? I order you to chop off the Hammer King's fat tits to use as my footrests."
Chapter 522