C333 Borrowing the Crocodile's Help

Two years later.

In the desolate wilderness, the stench of blood filled the air. Corpses were like mountains, and rivers of blood flowed on the broken earth.

Along the way, severed limbs paved a path, as if they had been killed by someone. The thick smell of blood was somewhat pungent, and it made one want to vomit.

The surrounding mountains were destroyed, rocks scattered all over the ground