Blood Frog Ridge, the lair of the Blood Frog Race.
A magnificent blood-red palace stood there, with three large golden characters—"Blood Frog Hall"—written on its plaque.
Seven Body Integration Cultivators, six men and one woman, had gathered in the main hall. An elder in a purple robe sat in the seat of honor. He had a square, stern face and bright, piercing eyes, giving off an imposing air without showing anger. His aura was as vast as the sea. He was Gu Ming, the clan leader of the Blood Frog Race, and an Integrated Body Middle Stage Cultivator.
"Daoist Yi, thank you for bringing people to reinforce us. Otherwise, we truly wouldn't have been able to withstand the Human Race's attack this time."
Gu Ming looked toward a fat-headed, big-eared gold-robed elder and spoke gratefully.
The gold-robed elder was Yi Lei, an elder of the Thunder Mantis Race, with the cultivation of an Integrated Body Middle Stage Cultivator.
Gu Ming had never imagined that the Thunder Mantis Race would take the initiative to come help them. The ten vassal races of the Lizard Race were all having a hard time. Basically, each only swept the snow from its own doorstep, requesting aid from the Lizard Race whenever it encountered a powerful enemy.
"Reinforcements? Strictly speaking, I'm here to replace you. I came under Daoist Yi Feng's orders to replace you. Send two Body Integration Cultivators, fifty Void Refinement cultivators, and five hundred Deity Transformation Cultivators to our Thunder Mantis Race."
Yi Lei spoke solemnly.
The Human Race possessed countless cultivation techniques and Secret Arts, with even a single sect having multiple cultivation methods and varied divine abilities. The divine abilities of the Lizard Race and the other races, however, were largely similar.
After fighting for a long time, the Human