The air was filled with the sounds of a fierce battle.
The wife stretched out her fair, white hand and slapped Medusa across the face again and again.
What's infuriating is that Medusa couldn't hit his wife at all, while his wife slapped Medusa's face with perfect accuracy every time, no matter how the wife tried to defend herself.
Yang Xian and the others were unable to describe their feelings upon witnessing this scene—were they bewildered? Shocked? Exploded?
They were considered righteous gods who had seen grand scenes, but when had they ever seen such a simple and unadorned battle, where they were just slapping each other in the face?
How long will this draw last?
Such a simple and unadorned battle was naturally orchestrated by Fang Xiu. His wife's strength was not great; she only possessed two overpowered abilities: intangibility and true damage. Therefore, she could only utilize these two abilities to deal with Medusa.
True damage is too low, practically negligible against the Heavenly Demon God. At this point, the only way to inflict damage is through psychological warfare.
What else could they do? They could only slap her in the face. It didn't do much damage, but it was extremely humiliating. Most importantly, Medusa cared a lot about her face.
But when Fang Xiu saw Medusa's face, his gaze froze.
The reason was that a bright red handprint appeared on Medusa's fair face.
My wife's power has increased? She can actually leave a mark on the Heavenly Demon God?
Given the original intensity of my wife's projection, it would have been impossible for it to leave any marks.
Fang Xiu's thoughts raced. Was it because he was in the underworld, closer to his wife? Or was it that the seal on that bitch was beginning to loosen?
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