In mid-air,
"Croak!"
Perceiving danger, the Ghost-face Curse Frog, facing the incoming black and red sword light, instinctively wanted to retreat. However, unable to gather momentum in the air, it could only croak out in an attempt to deter the opponent.
"Croak!"
Yet, Little Spider did not pause at all. At some point, its delicate ears were covered with earplugs formed from spider silk, cutting off the Ghost-face Curse Frog's last resort, and leaving it only to watch in sheer terror as the black and red sword light descended.
Like immense darkness enveloping everything!
Crrack!
Accompanied by the gleaming chill, the sound of flesh being torn apart rang out!
Its long tongue was chopped into several sections in mid-air. The intense pain nearly made the Ghost-face Curse Frog lose consciousness. Its body stiffened and, along with its severed tongue, crashed into the muddy ground, splattering mud.
Countless droplets of fresh blood scattered like rain, staining the ground into a scroll depicting a bloody scene of hell.
Little Spider stood in the void, with its blood-stained spider silk weapons crisscrossing in front of it, looking like a...
Peerless Swordswoman!
Gary Smith was cautious, not relaxing his guard, his words mockingly provocative:
"Gave up so soon? Not going to get up and croak a couple more times?"
This round was used to provoke, to see whether the Ghost-face Curse Frog was seriously injured?
"Croak, croak..."
Faced with mockery, although the Ghost-face Curse Frog wanted to rage, its head was dizzy. Large amounts of blood surging out choked its throat, causing it extreme discomfort.
The combined assault of a severed tongue and psychological damage had affected the Ghost-Face Curse Fang's vocal organ. Many abilities, including Curse Sound, were blocked and inoperative, instantly reducing it to the condition of a crippled frog.
A sigh of relief escaped from Gary Smith at this sight.
Although the Ghost-face Curse Frog was on the defensive, wasn't he doing the same?
Confronting a pet beast of elite rank, even though it had been prematurely born and was in a weak period, was like fighting with a feeding bottle.
Normally, it would be weaker than a regular elite pet beast, but this thing was too smart.
It had maintained distance during the fight, using Curse Sound and Curse Puppetry to weaken opponents, hiding its own disadvantage, going step-by-step, even getting more troublesome.
If it continued like this, it would turn into a stalemate.
Under the long-term influence of Curse Sound, the Weakness Curse would keep accumulating, eventually reaching the control threshold of the blindfold, and it would begin to weaken Little Spider's strength.
Furthermore, the weakness brought about by frequent use of Void Beam would put him at a disadvantage.
That's why Gary Smith deliberately made a slip up, using the opponent's tricky nature to make it follow his thought process and start attacking.
Just about any normal person, seeing so many spatial abilities, would generally assume that Little Spider was a squishy mage, and then would not be able to resist rushing in for a close range attack.
Unfortunately, it was dealing with a bug!
A top-overlord born from the Secret Food. Not only does it command the forces of Void and Dream, but it also possesses the sublime Swordsmanship inherited from Heavenly Nun!
A top genius in the lower world became a Golden Spiritual Power with Swordsmanship. An inherent talent that even the native gods would look upon with envy.
She has perfected Swordsmanship!
Therefore, in the last attack, Little Spider used [ Mind's Eye Spirit Sword ], integrating a trace of soul power. It not only severed the tongue, but it also included psychic attacks.
Successfully defeating an elite rank pet beast against all odds!
Most importantly, she had [Etherealization] to fall back on. Even if she failed, she could try again.
"Croak, croak, croak..."
The Ghost-face Curse Frog watched as Little Spider, holding the sword, constantly approached. It seemed as if it was looking at the Death God, its large eyes showing signs of terror.
With its brutal nature and being a part of the undead, the Ghost-face Curse Frog was not indifferent to life and death, but was more terrified of it.
Panicking, it crawled on the ground with its forelimbs, controlling a large number of puppet birds and puppet frogs to move forward, in an attempt to block Little Spider.
However, without the interference of the elite rank, these were nothing more than targets. Little Spider caught the attacks from all directions through the Mind's Eye.
Though she was a nun from the Silver Sun church, the blind Heavenly Nun had never seen the sun, and could only rely on the Inner Eye to sense everything.
So in her eye, the Sun God was also the God of the Dark Heaven!
And she was a Light Chaser in the boundless darkness!
[Dark Heaven Sword Dance - Light Chaser]
She made a quick move, as if a dragon or snake were soaring into the sky and then instantly hidden in the abyss.
Bang, bang, bang!
Little Spider slowly moved forward with her sword in her sheath. All the cursed puppets froze in mid-air, as if time had stopped. In the next moment, they were instantly shattered, turning into countless fragments and scattering.
"Croak, croak, croak..."
The Ghost-face Curse Frog was completely desperate. It lay on the ground, ignoring the blood spilling from its mouth, making a whining sound to show that it wanted to submit, hoping to gain the mercy of Little Spider.
"Ying..."
At these words, Little Spider hesitated for a moment and astonishingly withdrew a few steps, even dissipating the spider silk longsword that had been in its hands.
"Are you getting soft?"
Gary Smith furrowed his brows, thinking Little Spider was losing due to its lack of experience. Hesitation like this was sure to cost heavily.
However, before he could even open his mouth, he witnessed a scene that made his jaw drop.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Little Spider manipulated tens of strands of spider silk which instantaneously pierced its body, stopping the surprised expression of the Ghost-face Curse Frog in its tracks. After the frog died with a look of sheer shock, its corpse was continually whipped for a full minute.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth was penetrated and shattered by the spider silk; sinking by more than a half-meter, countless shattered stones flew in all directions, the scene was extremely bloody.
"Snort!"
On the other side, even though the Great Peach Pig King was of massive size, it was extremely timid and afraid of death. After all, the more reckless had already been killed.
So just at the start, it ran off to a distance with the other Peach Pigs. It had just caught its breath when it saw this scene, and was scared to death.
How...how ruthless!
The power of the human in front of them had reached such a point. Moreover, he was narrow-minded, whipping the dead, it was good that they hadn't offended him before.
Otherwise, they would be finished.
From now on, they must obey him, they absolutely cannot resist anymore!
Only after making sure that the frog was indeed dead, and flipping its body several times with its spider silk did Little Spider excitedly call out to Gary Smith:
"Ying ying!"
Master, we are sure that there is no problem anymore. There is no poison on the corpse and it will not emit dangerous gas.
Upon hearing these words, Gary Smith was stunned.
He had originally assumed that Little Spider was going soft, preparing himself to deliver a life philosophy lesson.
But... it turned out that it retreated simply to avoid the potential suicidal release of toxic gas.
And in the end, to ensure thorough death, it kept whipping the corpse!
His pet beast was...overly cautious!
And now he was being educated in return.
Feeling mixed emotions, Gary Smith retracted his admonishment and stroked Little Spider's head approvingly:
"Well done."
"Ying!"
A delighted smile curved up the corners of Little Spider's mouth as it scurried to perch on its master's shoulder, taking out fragments of dreamland to munch on. With puffed cheeks, it resembled a small hamster, beginning to replenish its lost energy.
Gary Smith turned to look at the Curse Frog's corpse that was buried under the broken stones. A tinge of pity flashed through his eyes, and in his mind, he silently claimed the extraction of materials.
Accompanied by a flash of eternal white light that only he could see, the Ghost-face Curse Frog's corpse instantly broke down.At once, a ball of light fell into Gary Smith's hands.
[Ghost-face Curse Frog's Curse Puppet Organ (Two-star rank): The Ghost-face Curse Frog can spread curses and create curse puppets through sound. It can strengthen its power by consuming living organs.]
Damaged materials were cleanly separated under the ability of material extraction, a miracle even grandmasters of material science couldn't achieve.
However, for Gary Smith who had mastered the truth, it was as simple as eating and drinking.
In fact, though the Ghost-face Curse Frog was dangerous, it was extremely rare. Moreover, with two racial abilities - Curse Sound and Curse Puppetry, if one had sufficient spiritual power, it could easily create a small puppet army.
Therefore, it ranked ninth on the most-desired list of golden pet beasts among the undead. If one could catch a live one, it would easily be sold for an astronomical price.
However, Gary Smith still chose to kill it in the end. Not only because a Ghost-face Curse Frog that had passed its weak period would be more dangerous.
But also because, in the Eye of Truth, a powerful [skill secret food] recipe that would suit Little Spider—made using the corpse frog's extraordinary organ as the main ingredient—was revealed to him.
Just as Gary Smith was contemplating how to prepare the materials for the skill secret food, he suddenly sensed a tremendous fluctuation in spirit energy. Instinctively turning his head, he saw a giant figure fall from the sky, landing with an impact that shook the earth.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a sky full of dust and a slight tremor of the earth.
A beast that resembled a giant deer appeared on the ground. It was about three meters tall and nearly six meters long. The reason it was only 'similar' to a deer was due to its head, which was more like a mask of an iron lion, exuding a majestic expression. The commanding aura of a Leadership Tier beast was fully displayed, spreading in all directions.
This gave Gary Smith an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Leadership Tier Pet Beast, Lion Faced Deer!
Before Gary Smith could react, a confused voice sounded from the back of the Lion Faced Deer:
"Where's the enemy?"