Breaking Through to the Golden Immortal Realm?

[Your heart sinks abruptly, and the hairs all over your body stand on end.]

[A blood-red poison frog about a pair of meters tall crouches in the center of the swamp, its scarlet, slit-like pupils locking onto you fixedly while a fishy, toxic wind rushes against your face. The aura of intense poison in the air, capable of making one's divine soul go rigid, makes circulating your spiritual energy feel nearly a bit sluggish.]

[You are merely at the sixth realm of true immortality at this moment, yet judging solely by the leaked spiritual might of this blood-red poison frog before you, it is at least at the seventh realm of true immortality or higher. Facing it head-on is simply courting death!]

[Flee? The poison frog can span several meters with a single kick of its limbs, the marshy mud is difficult to traverse, and the fog blocks the vision. You simply cannot outrun it.]

[Fight it out? That is even more of a path to self-destruction.]

[You breathe slightly quickened, yet you remain completely untroubled. Your gaze sweeps swiftly across the surroundings: thick fog, rotting wood, mud puddles, withered reeds, and that slightly bubbling toxic water puddle right beneath your feet.]

[In the flash of a spark, you already have a plan.]

[Rather than fleeing or fighting, you instead stagger your footsteps, intentionally lunging clumsily toward a dense patch of windless, withered reeds on your left. At the same time, you pinch seals at your fingertips, shattering all your remaining immortal talismans and hurling them fiercely toward an empty space beside you! The immortal talismans split into two directions, with one of them pointing directly at the blood-red poison frog.]

[Boom!]

[Yet it only causes the blood-red poison frog to suffer some light injuries, failing to even break much