The little red dog didn't say anything else, and the image of the earth-colored frog soon disappeared, but the two demons knew in their hearts that they had reached a consensus.
At this time, Spirit Snake and the others also escaped from the swamp. Although they had suffered minor injuries, none were serious. They were full of doubt, but everyone felt incredibly grateful to have survived.
However, the Witch Clan member in black robe was experiencing completely different feelings; he sensed an invisible pressure.
He even felt that something was watching him from the shadows, causing cold sweat to quickly break out on his body.
"Who are you? Show yourself! Do you have the guts to plant tricks but not to face me directly?" The black-robed member's nerves were extremely tense; he hoped someone would appear but also hoped no one would, and he was already prepared to escape at any moment.
After all, a moment's quarrel is trivial, while one's life is of utmost importance.
