The fear of the people who had witnessed the mutated crocodile's final attack was still lingering. Even though Wolf one had already fired another shot and made sure that the crocodile was no longer moving, no one dared to approach it to confirm.
Song qingxiao sat on the ground for a while. After enduring the pain from falling to the ground, she slowly stood up.
The cultivators 'gazes were faintly sizing her up. At this time, she could not reveal her weakness.
She had thrown out her backpack at the time of danger, and it was bitten to pieces by the mutated crocodile. With a cold face, she held the dagger in her hand and walked straight to the trial-takers closest to her.
Song qingxiao's gaze swept over the few people, and everyone who was targeted by her felt their scalps tighten.
