Make That Frog Wake Up

Li Ziran closed his eyes. He had completely given up resisting.

He knew the situation clearly. Such a chasm in strength could never be bridged by some potion or some trick.

From the very beginning, he had made a fatal mistake.

He had overestimated himself.

He simply was not Jon's opponent. More precisely, he was not even worth one of Jon's little fingers.

At that moment, he was very calm. Strangely, he thought of the rats in the underground passage. Those rats had raised their fur high, resisting him like hedgehogs. In his eyes, it had all been nothing more than child's play.

One flick of his tail could finish off a rat.

And what difference was there between him now and those rats?

Using his strongest ability had earned him nothing but the other party's mocking smile.

He waited—waited for death, waited for death's coldness.

He had felt it before, as though he had fallen into the Abyss, helpless and alone.

One minute, two minutes!

Li Ziran quietly counted the time, yet after a long, long while, that chilling sensation of falling into the Abyss did not come. He could still clearly feel his heart beating vigorously.

He slowly opened his eyes. Before him were two crimson pillars of light, like steaming lasers, coming from the frog's eyes. They were beams capable of melting walls in an instant, yet they had not pierced through his heart.

At that moment, a verdant spiral halo had condensed over his chest. The fiery red beams that could melt everything vanished completely the moment they entered the ring's light.

"Croak, croak, croak!"

The frog cried out desperately, the markings on his bruised forehead revealing his fury.

At that moment, Li Ziran truly wanted to ask the other party something.

What was going on?