Something had changed.
Following the archer's sharp gaze, Marcus saw it at once. Behind the pack of One-Horned Poison Armor Snakes, the muddy black water had begun to churn, thick ripples rolling outward as though something enormous was rising from the depths.
Even the Five-Colored Green Oil Toad's constant croaking had changed. There was unease in it now.
"The Venomous Horned Serpent is about to appear. Be careful."
The archer spoke without taking his eyes off the water. A dark shape was slowly pushing upward beneath the surface.
Croak!
The moment it sensed the movement below, the Five-Colored Green Oil Toad gave a sharp cry, a clear signal to attack first and seize the initiative.
Instantly, the lesser Green Oil Poison Toads behind it opened their mouths and spat streams of black venom toward the One-Horned Poison Armor Snakes. At the same time, their soft but razor-edged tongues snapped forward like whips.
The snakes were no easy prey.
