Chapter 274: Cooperation
In a forest, each tree was ripped apart.
A yellow liquid was oozing from the tree's flesh.
A human body stood motionless, its upper body falling to the ground.
The surrounding area was stained with blood, like a fountain of blood drawn from Hell.
The atmosphere was eerie, with human entrails dripping down.
An old man stood motionless, his breathing straining with exhaustion.
A large number of human corpses lay around.
The corpses were dressed in the garb of various sects.
The old man had short, white hair, a thin figure, and held a cane.
The cane was bent, perfect for supporting the body, allowing him to stand.
The ground around the old man was shattered by the force of the force.
The old man stood motionless, staring at the seraph lying surrendered on the ground, his right hand holding a sword.
Seraph thought hard about what to do. The man in front of him looked dangerous.
Seraph started to stand up, wiping his bloody face.
From the scrape from the stone.
Seraph bowed. "Are you hurt, sir?"
[First, we had to take advantage of the moment when the man wasn't paying attention and ran away immediately.]
The old man nodded. "Where are the others, Little Finger?"
The old man expressed his doubts.
Seraph thought quickly. "No, the others aren't coming this way. I'll go get them."
The old man shook his head. "No, we'll run. The fight over the Grail is more intense than I thought.
I need an escort. You'll take a long time to recover. Follow me."
The old man ran faster, running away from Seraph, who stood there, confused. "Do you know me?"
Seraph looked at his sword and the name, Little Finger. I immediately understood.
[Don't tell me you know this sword. It means you're an acquaintance.
What happened? Should I run away now, or should I follow you?
At least this person is strong. And when he saw my face, he wasn't that shocked.
It means he doesn't know my face. He just remembers my appearance. I'd better use his fighting skills as a way to escape.
If that frog demon is that strong, then at least there must be plenty more.
He's always managed to escape the demon, escaping without a fight because I'm fast.]
Seraph brushed his clothes slightly, his right foot stepping forward.
Seraph followed the old man, ready to take the lead in the fight.
Seraph ran through a path of corpses. The dead man's eyes widened, staring at Seraph.
Yellow water from the trees flowed continuously.
Time began to pass. Seraph followed the old man, keeping a distance to protect his back.
The old man ran ahead of Seraph. The clothes were pitch-black.
A demon appeared before him, resembling a yellow frog, the size of a dog.
A yellow frog with red eyes leaped out of the shadows.
The old man ran straight ahead, uncaring about the demons in front of him.
Phew! A voice shouted, ordering the Seraph, "Take care of the guards in the back, I'll take care of the front!"
The old man released a stream of energy throughout his body.
His body was covered in blue lightning.
A dangerous light erupted around the old man.
The red-eyed yellow frog spit out its tongue, shooting straight at him. Pew!
Yellow frog b and yellow frog c launched attacks, merging with Yellow frog a. Pew! Pew!
Three yellow tongues shot towards the old man. Boom!
The old man extended his staff forward, pointing in a straight line.
The lightning along the old man's body gathered lightning energy. And they gathered around the staff.
BAM! BOOM!
A fifty-centimeter blue lightning bolt shot straight towards Pew!
If a human's height is one hundred and sixty centimeters, this attack
was one-third the size of a human. BOOM!
Boom!
The frog's tongue was burned away. Boom!
A bolt of lightning blasted out, burning the frog's tongue bit by bit. Boom!
A deep red frog, as big as a human, burst out of the sky. It was plump and large.
It held a red coin in its hand.
The red coin was just the size of a hand, half the size of its body.
The red frog used its deep red tongue, similar to its body, to shoot straight at the old man. Pewwww!
The tongue of light shot out, along with the coin in his hand, which was stuck to the red frog's tongue.
Pewwww!
The old man dodged the red frog's tongue. Pewwww! Boom!
The tongue collided with the red frog, shattering the space behind the old man.
A bolt of blue lightning struck three yellow frogs. Boom! Boom!
The yellow frog's body was shattered, leaving only its legs standing on the ground. Red blood flowed continuously.
The old man stared at the red tongue.
His face was calm, his staff slashing the red frog's tongue. Whoosh! Boom!
The red frog's tongue was torn off, and red blood continued to flow.
The old man prepared to charge forward.
More beams of light shot in from around the old man, shooting in a straight line. Pew, pew, pew!
The yellow tongue flew in at high speed. Whoosh!
The old man slammed his staff into the ground. Pew, boom!
Blue lightning struck the lightning that had been created, protecting the old man.
Boom, boom, boom! The sound of the collision was deafening. Boom!
The blue and yellow explosion was enough to make people's eyes sting.
Behind the old man, Seraph stood still, unsure of what to do.
Seraph could only stand and watch the old man. Fighting forward, he stood behind.
None of the demon frogs paid any attention to Seraph.
[What should I do now? Should I join in or wait?
I have to cheer for that man to win. Go ahead, I'm cheering for you.
Don't lose! Don't lose! Don't lose! Fight! Fight!]
Seraph encouraged the old man to try his best. He would be the cheerleader.
Seraph waited, watching the old man dodge the frog's tongue. Whoosh! Boom!
The old man ran straight ahead, trying to charge forward.
The yellow frog's tongue kept coming. Whoosh!
The old man swung his staff, destroying the tongue. Whoosh! Boom! Boom!
Seraph watched the fight for a while. Time began to pass, with the old man fighting and Seraph cheering.
A look of shock crossed his face as Seraph sensed a large shadow.
It was a golden frog shape. Floating in the sky, a giant tree-sized frog, a yellow frog, held a coin in its mouth.
The three-legged frog fired its tongue into its mouth, charging towards the old man. Pewwww! The tongue glowed yellow, and it shot towards the old man.
Boom!
The tongue, fast and powerful, was heading towards the old man. Pew!
Seeing the situation, the seraph shouted, "Sir! Attack from behind!" The seraph shouted as the three-legged frog's tongue
shot out of its mouth.
The old man was in the path of the two. The blood of the frogs lay like vegetables.
The death of so many frogs had infuriated the frog greatly.
The old man turned around, his right hand holding a staff, ready to stab at the frog's tongue. Pew!
The staff stopped the frog's tongue's attack. Boom!
A burst of blue lightning created a massive energy, resisting the frog's tongue's attack. Boom!
The old man spat out blood, having consumed so much energy. His energy was low.
And fighting the frogs, he had just defeated the cultivators, creating a huge burden on himself. Boom!
The old man lunged back at breakneck speed. Boom!
Behind the old man, a yellow tongue shot out from behind. Pew!
The old man created a lightning blade, stabbing the tongue behind him. Pew! Boom!
The frog's tongue shattered.
Seraph thought quickly, "This old man is still useful to escape here.
If there are more demons like this, I'm sure I'll die.
We need help. Then, frog, die. This old man will clear my escape route."
Seraph looked up at the sky, ready to help the old man, because there must be a demon frog hiding around.