"Bang!...!"
The sounds of blows rang out continuously. After the crocodiles attacking the group were sent flying, the Martial Artists who had been advancing while fighting were startled when they heard a buzzing sound. What kind of animal was making that noise? Why was it approaching them?
The others did not know, but the Qian Family should have been more familiar with this place than they were. Everyone turned their eyes toward the Qian Family's group, hoping someone from the Qian Family would explain.
Yet the Qian Family members were equally baffled. They had never heard of such a sound, and the previous expedition had not encountered this issue either. Qian Ying immediately shouted, "Stop moving! Everyone, be careful! The source of this sound is unknown, so stay on guard!"
Qian Ying turned to Qian Wantong and asked, "Third Steward, do you have any records related to this?"
Qian Wantong shook his head. "Elder, no."
After the previous expedition passed through this swamp, it continued forward for some distance before the records ended. After all, the people leading that expedition had only documented a few locations, and there were no records whatsoever about the places beyond. As for the swamp, the records mentioned only these unusually durable crocodiles in relatively great detail. Once attacked, the crocodiles would leave and would not repeatedly attack the group.
Thus, according to Qian Wantong's records, the swamp was safe enough as long as they did not stray from the marked route. After all, every other part of the swamp was filled with bog traps.
Not to mention an ordinary person—even a Houtian Martial Artist could be swallowed by those traps. That was why Qian Ying had told everyone to keep up and not wander off when they entered the swamp.
But what the hell