In the dark depths of the lake, the undercurrents were churned into a raging whirlpool.
Golden Frog's enormous body circled along the whirlpool's edge, his reddish-gold scales tracing dazzling arcs through the turbulent water. Like a lump of dead meat caught in a millstone, he was dragged helplessly, circle after circle, toward the dark-skinned youth at its center.
There was no escape!
Golden Frog despaired, and with that despair came the savage fury of a thoroughly enraged Primordial Remnant.
His abyssal maw snapped open, and a muffled, thunderous "moo" rolled from his throat.
His divine power erupted!
Blue-green sound waves formed tangible ripples, cleaving through the currents and instantly setting the surrounding lake water boiling.
Those sound waves could easily tear apart the soul of a pureblood Fierce Beast. They hurtled straight toward Shi Hou's face.
Yet there was not the slightest reaction.
The blue-green sound waves struck Shi Hou's dark skin, which gleamed faintly gold, without leaving so much as a pale mark. The domineering constitution of Myriad Arts Cannot Harm simply erased the deadly spiritual attack outright.
At that moment, Shi Hou's eyes had rolled back, and his eyeballs were still spinning about at random.
A string of drool even hung from the corner of his mouth, dispersing into tiny bubbles in the water.
He had passed out.
Spinning madly in place, driven by a hundred million jin of blood qi, would have left even a god dazed. Now he acted entirely on instinct, gripping the pot's handle in a death grip, spinning wildly like a solid lump of black iron at the mercy of the currents.
Golden Frog's golden pupils were filled with disbelief.
Seeing that his sound waves had failed, he abruptly inflated the water-controlling sac beneath his belly-if spiritual attacks were useless, then he would