Qiao Mu’s arm extended slightly, and the crow-gold arrow flipped a circle in the air, gently flicking off the filth on it. Then, it landed steadily on the crow repeating crossbow.
At this time, one pair of gleaming red eyes after another appeared from the underbrush.
About twenty plus zombie crocodiles drifted towards the group at extremely high speeds.
“These really are disgusting things!” Holy Water Sect’s disciples put their backs against each other and sent out waves of mystic energy in pairs at the zombie crocodiles that were closing in.
Wherever a white light flashed, a zombie crocodile would be pulverized into pieces.
After all, this group of people were all great level-10 mystic cultivators and above. Dealing with these level-three mutated zombie crocodiles didn’t use up too much of their mystic energy.
But they had to be careful not to let the zombie crocodiles close in, since getting bitten was not a joke.
Twenty plus zombie crocodiles seemed to be quite a lot, but when divided among thirty Holy Water Sect disciples, each person only had to face one or two zombie crocodiles.
Moreover, there were still the three peak masters present. The battle had already wrapped up without the crown prince intervening much at all.
Murong Xun obliterated the head of the last zombie crocodile before suddenly turning around to look at all the disciples. Her gaze finally landed on her youngest disciple. “Are you all alright?”
“We’re alright.” All the disciples exhaled a light sigh. Their gazes were still guarded in all directions in case a zombie crocodile had escaped and was going to attack suddenly once again.
Qiao Mu lowered the crow repeating crossbow in her hand, her expression slightly grave. “You must be careful! Don’t get bitten by these things.”
Everyone nodded successively with heavy moods.
“Let’s continue forward.” Murong Xun turned around to lead the way. Yang Xirong wasn’t in the mood to joke around with her senior sister anymore and hurried after her.
“Alright, be more mindful and follow the group! Let’s go quickly!” Lu Yun had all the disciples walk in single file, with her bringing up the rear.
With this zombie crocodile attack, everyone’s expressions turned serious. For the rest of the journey, they were extremely cautious and incessantly used their sticks to probe the surrounding water plants.
After walking for an entire day, and having concentrated their plete attention in a guarded manner, when night fell at five o’clock, everyone dragged their bodies with heavy steps, extremely weary.
Murong Xun looked into the distance, but it was still a boundless expanse of wetland abunt with trees, seemingly stretching on without end.
Because the dark night pletely enshrouded this area, everyone’s pace slowed down considerably. The swamp would occasionally hiss and gurgle, causing people’s hair to entirely stand on end.
The little stoic had already involuntarily snuck next to the crown prince, her tiny figure almost hanging onto his body.
She didn’t know why, but every step she took in the night felt wet and slippery. Her steps were uneven, and it felt like there were countless snakes and worms scurrying back and forth beneath her feet. It caused rows of tiny goosebumps to inexplicably rise on her two arms.
Her body suddenly lightened, and her feet had already left that squishy wetland. She was weled by the faint scent of mellow muskroot on the youth’s body.
The feeling of tiny goosebumps rising all over her body disappeared instantly. She only felt as if her body was soaking in a warm hot spring, cleansed and refreshed.
The sound of the breeze and the chirping of the insects were especially clear in the quiet night.
The crown prince lowered his head to look at her. That pair of glowing phoenix eyes letting out a faint twinkle that was reminiscent of stardust in the darkness of the night—looked so gorgeous.
“Sleep if you’re sleepy.” The crown prince chuckled lightly and spoke softly into her ear, “You’re in your growing period right now. If you don’t sleep, you won’t grow tall in the future.”
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