Damn!
One of the wild overlords of the tropical rainforest—Monroe Crocodile!
Look at this guy, with its deep brown scales, a back like rusted armor, a massive body, almost five meters long.
It crawled out of the jungle swamp on the opposite bank, its dark red eyelids suddenly lifted, glaring, revealing amber pupils.
Reflected in its pupils was the man hanging among the aerial roots of the giant red tree—Liu Zhizhong!
Poor Demon Liu, still hanging there, half-dead, infected all over, and now being targeted by the Monroe Crocodile.
At this point, with his condition, the Monroe Crocodile only needed to pounce, no death roll necessary!
The Monroe Crocodile quietly slid into the water on the other bank, then like a huge piece of driftwood entering the water, only its long head and those terrifying eyes remained visible, slowly swimming towards this bank, towards Liu Zhizhong.
In its eyes, this hanging man was the most beautiful lunch...no, breakfast! It was just past 8 a.m.
