"The Primordial Thunder Frog has been killed?"
Gui He stared fixedly at the information before him:
"That's impossible!"
Huo Si's mouth moved, but he couldn't say a word. He merely stared at the information from the Grandmaster Network.
"You don't even believe the Grandmaster Network? What's impossible about it?"
Yang Ling walked over and carried them, one in each hand, to the enormous skeleton.
The Primordial Thunder Frog's lightning power had far exceeded these two men's cultivation levels.
Their injuries wouldn't heal anytime soon.
Yang Ling held both arms out level, keeping them upright, though their toes didn't touch the ground.
"See? The Primordial Thunder Frog's skeleton. Is it dead or not?"
The two finally got a clear, close-up look at the scene before them and both sucked in a breath.
The Primordial Thunder Frog's skeleton was intact, with not a scrap of flesh left on it.
"How on earth did you do this..."
They recalled the course of the battle.
The only thing they remembered was Yang Ling's mouth constantly running.
They hadn't heard clearly what he'd actually been saying.
"A way of hurting enemies with your mouth... could it be a curse technique?!"
Gui He exclaimed, "Boss, you used a curse technique to curse this Primordial Thunder Frog to death?!"
A curse technique?
Yang Ling paused, then thought it over carefully and found that it did seem reasonable.
The effects of the White Bone Return to the West Scripture really were very much like a curse technique.
"Too bad I can only curse them to their faces, not behind their backs. If only I could learn a technique that could curse someone to death with just their name."
Yang Ling nodded slightly. "It was indeed a curse technique."
"It really was a curse technique!"
Gui He and Huo