Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
At the clearing by the pond, a giant frog, covered in moss, fungi, and branches resembling a small hill, crouched there, constantly spitting out large, fiery red, arrow-like tongues into the air.
In the midair, an illusory large bird, crackling with electric light, flashed repeatedly at lightning speed. To outsiders, each dodge seemed incredibly thrilling, but for it, it was still effortless.
Screech—
It even had the leisure to occasionally let out mocking cries at the large frog on the ground, driving the so-called "Frog God" into a furious rage.
Frogs as creatures cannot see stationary objects clearly but are very sensitive to fast-moving objects. Clearly, regardless of its exaggerated size, its essence was still that of a demonized frog and not a "god"!
At this moment.
