"Hiss..."
Xiao Feng took a sharp breath, this toad actually has poison in its blood?
And judging by this, the poison in the blood is clearly more potent than that on its back.
Which means...
"Smack!"
The toad landed steadily, Xiao Feng looked up at the shovel that was now only half its length.
Well!
No need to say more, iron weapons are ineffective.
Looking at the toad's wound that had stopped bleeding, Xiao Feng felt a bit of a headache—how to deal with this thing?
Blood containing poison means harming the enemy at the cost of one's own extreme loss, Xiao Feng definitely doesn't want to get touched by its poison or blood.
After resting for two minutes, the toad jumped again, and as it was about to pass over Xiao Feng's head, the wound that had stopped bleeding started to bleed again.
Xiao Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, never expecting the toad to have this trick.
However, this was clearly not the time to dwell on such issues.
