Tang Yue leaped on top of the frog and plunged her sword directly into one of the horrendous looking burn injuries on its body.
It twisted and turned in agony.
She then stabbed it, again and again, using her soul sword like a dagger, and targeted all the open injuries.
As she continually attacked it, it was also simultaneously suffering from the marsh fire enveloping its body, leaving it extremely vulnerable.
So it was easy for Tang Yue to find holes in its thick defensive barrier and she kept attacking one after the other in succession.
And in a matter of seconds, the frog finally gave up, letting out a loud croak, the last of its life slipping out of its body.
Tang Yue did not waste another moment and quickly chased after the other frogs that were running away from her as fast as they could.
Two of them had successfully gotten away, but she could still see the silhouettes of the remaining two.