"Advance? Who's advancing?"
"You!"
"What about me?"
"You're advancing!"
"Advance? Who's advancing?"
"You."
"What about me?"
"You... Smack!"
Wu Cangshou slapped a claw against his forehead, swallowed back the old phlegm, and ended this utterly pointless cycle of conversation.
That stingy, penny-pinching old toad was dumb as a stump. Just as expected, frogs were not intelligent.
Lying amid the white sand, Old Toad was motionless as a rough sandstone boulder, his entire body gray and withered. Da Pang and Er Pang, their faces taut with nerves, were instead the first to grasp what was happening. Their frog eyes blazed as they clutched his frog legs and joyfully rolled two and a half times, their bellies colliding overhead before they bounced apart upon landing.
"Elder, you haven't reached the end of your lifespan—you're advancing into a Great Demon! Treasure Great Demon!"
"Croak!"
Frog Guerrilla and the other frogs lowered their steel forks and Great Anchors, their frog eyes wide.
"The Elder is advancing?"
"He hasn't reached the end of his lifespan?"
He was already so powerful as merely a Demon Beast. Once he became a Great Demon, stronger than after any of his prior transformations, would he not lead the Frog Clan straight into the heavens? They would have Treasure Fish nearing expiration every day, feasting on the finest food and drink!
The croaks went on and on, melodious enough to last into Xia Tian.
"Waaah!"
One fish overwhelmed a hundred frogs, one cry drowned out a hundred voices.
The black fatty charged left and right, rushing to the front once more and raising both fins high.
Every frog head crowded in, blocking out the sunlight. Only Old Toad remained crouched on the ground, blinking his frog eyes, dazed and muddle-headed.
"Tortoise General, what exactly is happening?" With shadows cast over