Li Xiaoqiang saw crocodile beasts charging from both front and back, feeling an invisible pressure. They couldn't fly in the Bone Cave, while these crocodile beasts were the rulers of the water, thus making Li Xiaoqiang and his group very dangerous.
With a flip of his hand, Li Xiaoqiang produced a flying sword, which transformed into a shadowy streak, slashing towards the crocodile beasts.
Ding!
When the flying sword struck the crocodile beast, it only made a crisp sound without cutting through the beast's scale armor.
Li Xiaoqiang frowned and said, "What kind of crocodile beast is this? How can it be so powerful?"
Just as Li Xiaoqiang spoke these words, a wailing sound echoed from afar, resembling primitive people's howls. Li Xiaoqiang and his party quickly looked over in that direction.
They saw a group of primitive people wielding iron spears, dressed in animal skins. Their hair was long and their skin was very dark, rushing towards Li Xiaoqiang and his friends.
