"Primordial Thunder Frog has been slain?"
Ghost Crane stared fixedly at the information before him.
"That's impossible!"
Huo Si's lips moved, but he could not say a word. He could only stare at the information provided by the Grandmaster Network.
"You don't even trust the Grandmaster Network's information? What's impossible about it?"
Yang Ling walked over and lifted one of them in each hand, carrying them over to the enormous skeleton.
The Primordial Thunder Frog's lightning power had far exceeded these two men's cultivation level.
Their injuries could not recover anytime soon.
Yang Ling held out both hands, keeping them standing upright, though their toes did not touch the ground.
"See that? The Primordial Thunder Frog's skeleton. Isn't it dead?"
Only then did the two finally see the scene before them up close, and they both sucked in a sharp breath.
The Primordial Thunder Frog's skeleton was intact, with not a trace of flesh remaining on it.
"How was this even done...?"
They recalled the course of the battle.
The only thing they remembered was Yang Ling's mouth chattering nonstop.
They had not heard clearly what exactly he had been chattering about.
"A method that uses one's mouth to harm enemies... could it be curse arts!?"
Ghost Crane cried out, "Boss, did you use curse arts to curse this Primordial Thunder Frog to death!?"
Curse arts?
Yang Ling froze for a moment. After thinking it over carefully, it actually seemed reasonable.
The White Bone Journey West Scripture's effects really did resemble curse arts.
"Too bad I can only curse people face-to-face. I can't curse them from behind. It'd be great if I could learn that sort of method that can curse someone to death just by using their name."
Yang Ling nodded slightly. "It was indeed curse arts."
"It really