The mountain winds were piercingly cold.
The autumn grew thicker, leaves withered, and the grass wilted away.
Su He was slapped awake, slap by slap, by the Toad.
Slowly opening his eyes, he heard the Toad's croak by his ear, "Wake up! Wake up! If you don't wake up now, Frog Lord here is gonna slice you up and put you in a stew."
Next to him, a radish-shaped Soul Beast mimicked the Toad, slapping Meng Xuan with its root-like tentacles. Even the Dragon Head was knocked askew.
In the distance, a bat-shaped Soul Beast glanced at them, then at Meng Shen lying beside it, uncertain whether to start slapping its own master the same way.
Su He's Dragon Head moved and he woke up, feeling intense pain all over his body.
The Four-point quality Sky Thunder Pearl worked wonders!
