Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect

'How long have I been doing this?' Michael sighed in annoyance.

Frog monsters piled upon each other, their corpses littering the ground, yet they showed no signs of stopping.

He cast a shield, parrying the incoming tongue before striking back, cleaving tens of frog monsters in two.

It seemed like an endless cycle. Kill one, two appear; kill two, three appear.

And by now, there were over 300 of these frog monsters coming straight at him, and being killed all the same.

His previous amusement had long vanished, replaced by sheer disappointment at the unfolding chaos.

However, just as he thought this would continue for God knows how long, the last batch he killed—consisting of a grand total of 300 frog monsters—did not spawn any more after them.

'Is it finally over?' Michael looked around, making sure his assumption was correct.