The distance between Medusa and Wusha closed further. Medusa reached out her left hand in an attempt to grab Wusha, casting merely a sidelong glance at the Four Heavenly Martial Emperors flying in from tens of thousands of meters away.
However, Wusha was different. Having survived a century of baptism by war and having defeated countless challengers in her past, her innate combat awareness vastly exceeded Medusa's.
True to form, after a casual glance, Wusha narrowed her phoenix-like eyes and a curve played at the corner of her lips. She had already formulated a quick method to break the enemy formation; it all depended on whether Medusa would follow her lead.
Chapter 545