"It's coming!" Medusa swallowed nervously, her expression serious as she fixed her gaze on the underground passage.
"Medusa, you filthy reptile, how dare you show up in my Dark City!" A cold voice echoed, reverberating through the space.
On the other side of the iron net, a figure appeared—an ominous man dressed in a black robe. The oversized cloak concealed his entire body, and a malevolent aura surrounded him.
It was Senren, the Lord of Dark City, at the peak of nine-star cultivation.
"Filthy?" Medusa furrowed her brow and stared directly at Senren. "At least I'm not someone who spends their life in the sewers."
"Hmph!" Senren sneered disdainfully, and from across the iron net, he spoke, "You're here to find the crown."
"Indeed, it's in your hands! How about we make a deal?" Medusa looked at him coolly.
"Oh? What kind of deal?" Senren raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.