A figure approached, wrapped in astonishing blood qi. It surged like a raging tide, violently churning, congealing in the void without dispersing and weaving itself into the image of an incomparably enormous crocodile.
Its appearance was vicious beyond measure.
It was as though an ancient nightmare had stepped into reality. Its aura was unmistakably that of an apex predator. Though it was merely a phantom, the pressure it exuded was so tangible that even the air seemed about to freeze solid.
Elder Jin made no attempt to conceal his movements.
Out in the open, he walked toward Li Su, one step at a time.
As he moved, large numbers of Golden Crocodiles appeared all around. Centered on Li Su, they had long since encircled him.
There were an enormous number of them.
A glance showed at least nearly a thousand.
They trampled the corpses beneath their feet, their bodies drenched in the blood of the battlefield. Step for step, they followed Elder Jin. Though their presence was not as staggering as Elder Jin's, it was still exceedingly terrifying. From every pair of eyes burst gazes that seemed almost tangible, locking firmly onto Li Su.
Merely being watched by them gave him the sensation that they would swarm him and tear him to shreds alive.
Though they were demons, the race before him was undoubtedly among the very highest tiers. Perhaps they ought to be classified as ferocious beasts. They possessed none of the emotions common to living creatures—only utterly icy killing intent.
Standing where he was, Li Su drew a deep breath.
Though he had deliberately waited for Elder Jin to come to him, he still could not help feeling a faint shiver run through him.
As a living being, he instinctively feared such predators. As carnivores, they were simply