Just then, Mo Chenxuan gasped and suddenly turned around.
Barely a second later, a dark object flew out of the right swamp and fell near the middle of the convoy.
Simultaneously, screams echoed in the surroundings, and chaos ensued.
"What's that?" Someone screamed.
"Oh my god, it's a bloody tail."
"Tail? Tail? What are you talking about?"
"Look…, there is a crocodile in the swamp. What fell is a crocodile tail."
"How can it be a tail? It's more than seventy metres long. How can a tail be so long?"
"Have you forgotten…, we are in an apocalypse."
At the rear of the convoy, Mo Chenxuan frowned with a grim expression.
"Chenxuan, it's an early level three zombie crocodile." Qin Wu observed, and Mo Chenxuan nodded before speaking.
"That tail is too dangerous." He said.
At a glance, the crocodile was ten metres long, but its tail was seventy metres long and half a metre wide at its narrowest point.
