C186 Holy Spring of the Dead

For some reason, the crocodile's scales didn't have any effect. Yun Ze's heavy sword pierced through it, piercing through the shrunken crocodile.

"It should be dead!" Yun Ze muttered in a low voice. He floated in the air for more than a dozen steps. He approached the crocodile on the ground and slightly leaned back. A finger gently touched the crocodile's body