"Is it coming?" Xiang Fangsu's fingers pressed firmly, and in a few bites, she finished off the remaining buns. She looked down into the valley. "Hm? Nothing's changed, right?"
Liang Qu pointed towards where the waves were starting to swell.
Xiang Fangsu leaned half her body over the rail, peering into the distance where she could see an Old Toad squatting on the head of a Frog Guerilla.
The Old Toad crouched on all fours, like a fat cat dozing off in winter. Its eyes, round and unblinking, looked around the Great Marsh environment incessantly.
"Well, really! I'll go call the others!"
Xiang Fangsu hurried off.
The Yellow-Skin Frog Guerilla was no trifling character.
In just a few days, it had smashed the heads of two Ironhead Fish Demons with its own webbed feet, not to mention the countless Sprite Monsters it crushed into meat mud.
As they approached a critical juncture, only one who could squat on its head without consequence...
Needless to say.
A moment later.
