Qiao Mu's arm extended slightly, and the crow-gold arrow flipped a circle in the air, gently flicking off the filth on it. Then, it landed steadily on the crow repeating crossbow.
At this time, one pair of gleaming red eyes after another appeared from the underbrush.
About twenty plus zombie crocodiles drifted towards the group at extremely high speeds.
"These really are disgusting things!" Holy Water Sect's disciples put their backs against each other and sent out waves of mystic energy in pairs at the zombie crocodiles that were closing in.
Wherever a white light flashed, a zombie crocodile would be pulverized into pieces.
After all, this group of people were all great level-10 mystic cultivators and above. Dealing with these level-three mutated zombie crocodiles didn't use up too much of their mystic energy.
But they had to be careful not to let the zombie crocodiles close in, since getting bitten was not a joke.
