Chapter 441: Medusa’s Trump Card, The Paladins of Light

Medusa coldly stared at John, showing no fear. She spoke, "Human, don't push things too far. You've already offended the Celestial Vault, and now you're going against the forces behind me. That won't end well for you."

John furrowed his brows involuntarily; this guy seemed to have some sort of backing.

Could it be that there's an Emperor-level powerhouse behind him?

John didn't really care about that. He calmly replied, "I might spare your life, but you'll need to tell me how to enter the Mountains of Immortals."

"Hmph, so you really are after this world." Medusa's gaze shifted to Spoorate beside him, her expression darkening as she shook her head, refusing. "You will never have this barren desert."

"Then there's no room for negotiation." John lost interest in talking any further and swiftly made his move.

"Damn it!" Medusa cursed, her massive serpent tail sweeping out—not toward John, but toward the nearby wall.

Boom!