"Croak! Croak! Croak!"
The croaking of green-skinned frogmen continued to ring out, but Wang Zheng remained completely unmoved.
At this moment, he seemed like a ruthless killing machine, and after the opponents lined up, he suddenly thrust out his long sword.
The slash was swift and powerful, breaking through the water's surface with Wang Zheng's immense force. Then, with a few muffled "splish" sounds, six green-skinned frogmen were strung together.
Wang Zheng was also delighted: "Great! A new record, six at once!"
As he got into the game, the number of green-skinned frogmen around him dwindled. Soon, when Wang Zheng cleared out the last frogman on the water, the entire swamp fell silent once more.
Wang Zheng glanced at the more than two hundred corpses in the storage space, which had already been piled up to a high layer, and felt that it was still not enough.
Although the two hundred-plus green-skinned frogmen provided him with a spiritual energy cap of 3780 points, and there were also spiritual energy crystals that he hadn't started mining yet, Wang Zheng was still not quite satisfied.
After all, so many bloodsucking flies had died, and only a quarter of the frogmen had died here. Wang Zheng felt that this was still not enough, and they needed to continue to work harder.
Watching the golden afterglow of the setting sun reflected on the scarlet water, creating ripples, Wang Zheng thought for a moment and then leaped out of the water.
Crimson clouds suddenly appeared beneath his feet, then traced an arc before disappearing into the clouds.
Half an hour later, as darkness fell, the tranquil body of water regained its vitality.
"Croak! Croak! Croak!" (Has the human left?)
"Caw! Caw! Caw!" (It flew away; I saw it.)
One by one, the green-skinned frogmen cautiously poked their heads out of the mud hole, and only after finding it safe did they run towards the water's surface.
The lake was now a muddy mess, with countless silts churned up by Wang Da's antics. Floating on the lake were countless dead bloodsucking flies and the blood of the green-skinned frogmen.
Red, yellow, and black are mixed together, and it hasn't recovered to this day, just like a giant dye vat.
After a while, as more and more frogmen came out again, the lake was filled with the sounds of frogs croaking once more.
Some of the more daring green-skinned frogmen have already begun enjoying their meal on the lake surface.
At that moment, a loud laugh came from high above.
"Haha, not bad, not bad, listen to the chorus of frogs!"
Who else could it be but that tyrant Wang Zheng?
With Wang Zheng's wild laughter, he crashed down from the sky like a cannonball, scaring the frogmen into running to the shore to hide again.
But it's too late to think about escaping now.
Wang Zheng had already blocked their path in advance, and the fierce battle roared again on the shore.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and twinkling stars had climbed into the night sky. The crescent moon was hidden behind the clouds, making visibility very dim.
Wang Zheng casually broke off a few glow sticks, intending to continue his spree, when suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, he cast a holy light spell on himself.
Suddenly, a massive white-gold beam of light descended from the sky into the pitch-black night, completely enveloping Wang Zheng.
At this moment, all the green-skinned frogmen who were preparing to escape froze in place, letting out pitiful "croaking" sounds.
Wang Zheng burst into laughter. He realized that his guess was correct!
Although these strange beasts can now see stationary objects, their nocturnal habits indicate that their eyes are still sensitive to strong light.
The frog in the well, the frog in the well, isn't that saying that frogs and toads can't see bright light?
In the pitch-black night, they were suddenly blinded by Wang Zheng's holy light spell, and they were all stunned and dizzy.
Holy Light... wait, no... Flash of Light is awesome!
Wang Zheng was overjoyed and began to sweep the land away like leeks, one slice at a time.
Every now and then, a ray of holy light would be added, causing these light-fearing beasts to become dizzy and stand still.
Many of the green-skinned frogmen even had tears welling up in their eyes under the strong light.
Moreover, while using Fierce Battle Roar to taunt and control, Wang Zheng discovered that there was still movement underground. After shouting a few times, he unexpectedly gained something.
Many frogmen who hadn't hidden deep enough underground were forcibly pulled up from the ground by the taunting roars of the fierce battle.
One by one they broke through the ground, lining up to die.
This move once again amazed Wang Zheng, who exclaimed how awesome the system was. The product of the rules was indeed powerful; it could define a range of forty meters, and even underground, the range was accurate.
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After Wang Zheng diligently continued farming for a while, seeing that his storage space was almost full and he had already killed about four or five hundred green-skinned frogmen, he finally stopped.
Seeing that there were still a few dazed green-skinned frogmen approaching him, Young Master Wang, unusually kind-hearted, kicked them all back into the lake.
This isn't because the storage space is almost full, yes, I'm sure of it!
Watching the green-skinned frogmen thrashing about in the lake, trying to escape in a sorry state, Wang Zheng curled his lip in disdain.
"I'm a truly philanthropist; I'm absolutely biased in my pursuit of balanced development."
I wonder if there are still any global environmental organizations left in this world. With my approach to sustainable ecological balance, I deserve an award.
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