The lake wasn't large, and with Ling Feng's exaggerated speed, about three hours later, the lake had completely dried up, revealing the muddy lakebed.
In the center of the mud, a dark, eerie hole emerged, wide enough to be one or two fathoms across.
Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
Accompanied by a series of dense and rapid croaking sounds, a gigantic red toad leaped out from the hole, standing half a human's height. Its eyes shone with a golden light and were larger than a person's head. The toad's body was corpulent, with three thick and short legs protruding from its belly, and on its back was a cluster of nauseating, foul-smelling poison sacs.
"Ah! My eyes!!!"
As soon as the Three-legged Fire Toad appeared, three or four martial artists immediately covered their eyes, writhing in agony on the ground. It felt as if countless Golden Needles had simultaneously pierced their heads, causing such excruciating pain that their souls trembled, making life feel worse than death.
