This terrifying Disaster Crocodile seemed to have endless strength. With a swing of its head and tail, it swept away the nearby hard ice and giant stones, continuing to pounce towards the nearest crowd.
If it succeeded, it would surely result in a river of blood.
Lette had already silently left amidst the panicked crowd, finding a place to hide.
In the pond, twenty to thirty muscular men had already jumped into the deep pit, charging towards the Immortal Disaster Crocodile.
Their momentum was overwhelming, their roars like drums, forming a fierce aura not losing to the Immortal Disaster Crocodile.
Standing on the dam, Emily, to avoid accidentally injuring these followers of the Flesh God Sect, had stopped releasing offensive magic.
Instead, following Lette's suggestion, she began wildly augmenting these people with various spells.
With a raise of her hand, the enhancements of Wind Element and Rock Element were cast onto these followers.
