It lay on the ground like a breathing, dark-green hill.
Its sheer size was the most intimidating thing about it.
It was several times longer than an ordinary crocodile, its rough armored scales overlapping like ancient, weather-beaten rocks.
Zhou Mo and the others instinctively held their breath as the crocodile slowly approached, their bodies tensing slightly. It looked far more intimidating than the Funeral Wraith Chief—a primal fear inspired by its sheer size.
No one could remain unafraid of a mountain crawling toward them.
Forget scaring children. Even grown adults would cry at the sight.
"Worthy of the name Mountain God."
Chen Fan took a deep breath without avoiding the crocodile's gaze. He pulled a Level-2 Eerie Stone from inside his clothes and tossed it out again. It seemed to dislike the low grade of the eerie stones he had been feeding it.
If that was the case, he couldn't keep feeding it for long.
He couldn't afford to feed it Level-2 Eerie Stones.
The next instant—
The translucent, eerily green eerie stone traced an arc through the air and landed squarely on the crocodile's flat head.
The crocodile froze for a moment, seemingly in disbelief. Then it reacted, its eyes actually showing anger and hurt. With a whimper, it turned and quickly crawled into the darkness.
He had only heard the crocodile cry out twice.
The first time, it had roared from below the cliff, putting on a fierce front to hide its fear. Its deafening voice had drowned out the rain.
The second time was now.
Its voice was incredibly faint.
Without listening carefully, he might not even have heard it. It sounded like a child who had been bullied.
"Wait!"
Chen Fan instinctively called out to stop it. As though it understood him, the crocodile really