The tail of the giant beast resembled a staircase leading to the mountain peak. One figure after another carefully made their way toward the town on its back.
Some reckless loose cultivators, however, drove their Magic Artifacts straight toward the town.
Little did they know that, in the toad's eyes, they were no different from mosquitoes.
Whoosh.
The sound of something tearing through the air rang out.
A straw-like tongue flashed past, and the loose cultivator in mid-air disappeared without a trace. Only their Magic Artifact, having lost its Spiritual Power, fell to the ground.
After swallowing a few people, the toad remained lazily motionless, still crouching in its original spot.
Upon seeing this, the crowd continued toward the town. At the gates, they could see a stone stele inscribed with three bold characters: "Qinghong Workshop."
