Like Wusha, Medusa was naturally perceptive. She flew near the first formation flag and stopped. Gazing far off at Poseibei's figure, she scanned her surroundings with absolute vigilance.
Yet, aside from the boundless yellow sand and the westward-sloping setting sun, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Still, the dangerous aura in the air could not lie.
As for Medusa's claim that the Ice Emperor had stopped running—ha! The man had already dug a pit waiting for Medusa to jump in, so why would Poseibei run? Besides, Poseibei had never been afraid of anyone to begin with!
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