Unbeknownst to them, a month had passed.
That day, Dong Zhengyang and his five companions ascended a mound about thirty zhang in diameter.
It could actually be considered a small island.
"Damn it, when is this going to end?" Murong Xiong glanced at the pack of crocodiles trailing behind them and couldn't help but curse loudly.
Dong Zhengyang and his comrades also looked dejected, their expressions grim.
While they did have medicinal pills to replenish their Battle Intent and physical strength, being forced to travel continuously for a month was undeniably torturous for their minds and spirits.
As such, their moods were extremely sour. Internally, their pent-up anger was on the verge of exploding at any moment!
ROAR!
At that moment, the six leading Alligator Kings roared in unison, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
Murong Xiong's veins bulged as he roared, "Damn it, they're pressuring us to move again! I've completely had it! Who's with me to fight them?"
