In midair, enraged, the frog suddenly spewed its stomach acid.
However, it didn't aim at Oliver, but at one of his shadow clones.
It truly couldn't tell which one was the real him.
If that's the case… Oliver thought, stepping forward with Void Step—appearing directly behind the frog.
Shua! Shua!
He slashed twice at its thigh, severing its legs from its body.
As it fell, the frog lay helpless, unable to stand.
There were other undead nearby. The moment they saw the situation, they swarmed the frog and tore it apart.
With no legs and no tongue, the frog was like a mosquito without wings—completely powerless.
Only after the frog was dead did Ivy and the others arrive.
"So it was just a frog," they chuckled, having initially assumed it was some terrifying monster.
"Did you level up to 9?" Oliver asked Ivy.
"Yes, I did!" she nodded.
"Just one more level to go…"