Crossing it would be... a waste of lives.
Su Yiran looked up—expression grim, eyes sharp.
She did not plead, simply turned her grim eyes to Su Xiaobai.
Waiting.
The whole group looked at him, in fact.
Even the crocodiles were probably waiting.
If he said "charge," it would become a mass graveyard before sunset.
Well? Brave leader. Evil Emperor. Daddy of Sun Liang. What now? Because one thing was clear: If this bastard told them to cross...painfully.
Everyone turned their eyes back toward the river.
The crocodile demons were still there, they hadn't moved, they just floated—calm, confident, smiling.
Not the grin of beasts. No, this was worse.
The grin of apex predators who knew they didn't need to chase, because someone would always come to die, their aura rolled like rotting thunder across the bank, Spirit Severing Realm, minimum.
And that wasn't the worst part.
