Eyeing Fang Senyan's disastrous attempt at healing, Mbenga groaned in agony. The muscles on his face contorted as he writhed on the ground, desperately reaching for his back. Fang Senyan saw a long, hollowed-out tree trunk carved into a water container strapped there.

Helpless, Fang Senyan quickly handed him the water container. The bright red scars on Mbenga's face swelled grotesquely. He drank deeply from the container, seemingly suppressing the strange activity within his body. Then, he dashed towards the nearby swamp, heedless of the filth, frantically searching for bizarre things to stuff into his mouth.

These strange things were varied: live water-strider spiders, leeches, water cockroaches, black fleas, and even reeds with their black mud-caked roots. But Mbenga's movements grew lighter and more agile as he consumed these items. Clearly, his physical condition was recovering, and Fang Senyan breathed a sigh of relief. It wouldn't be convenient if this guide died here.

Once Mbenga had eaten enough, he squatted down to excrete directly, then collapsed on the ground. Fang Senyan hurried over, seeing that he had expelled bloody filth and viscous, thread-like substances with a terrible stench. Fang Senyan helped Mbenga up and washed him with clean water. After a moment's thought, he took out his "Endless Vodka" flask and poured a few gulps into him. In Fang Senyan's experience, soul equipment should be somewhere between contractor-specific and plot-mission-specific items, and should be effective for both.

Sure enough, stimulated by the alcohol, Mbenga took a swig and then grabbed the flask, drinking until it was empty, shaking his head regretfully, still wanting more. Having finished detoxifying, he stood up and limped a few steps wearily. Fang Senyan whittled a walking stick for him from a nearby tree, allowing Mbenga to move forward with difficulty. Only then did they have time to communicate, and Mbenga told him what had happened after they were separated.

It turned out that after the group was besieged by the crocodile swarm, they were able to maintain a balanced situation, thanks to Fang Senyan drawing away the firepower of two crocodiles. If they continued to fight and wear them down, they might have even been able to kill the remaining Dead Marsh crocodiles on the spot.

Hearing this, Fang Senyan couldn't help but be even more amazed at Jiao Shi's strength. After this guy became a colonizer, Fang Senyan felt that his strength was like a deep and dark well, making it difficult to fathom its depth and estimate its limits.

At this time, Fang Senyan estimated that he would have difficulty defeating a Dead Marsh crocodile alone, and could only hold out for half an hour at most. But Jiao Shi could withstand the frenzied attack of three Dead Marsh crocodiles, and even had the ability to defeat them. This terror was certainly related to equipment, but it should be more due to Jiao Shi's accumulation of strength, delaying until the most desperate moment before officially becoming a colonizer, and reaping great benefits.

However, things never go as planned. Just as the situation was slowly turning for the better, the sound of their fight with the crocodiles alarmed the natives of the Dubaiya tribe in the village. These guys took the opportunity to attack from behind, and the scene was thrown into chaos. More than half of the porters hired by Fang Senyan and the others were killed, and the rest were scattered.

The only good news was that the Dubaiya natives didn't seem to be able to coexist peacefully with the Dead Marsh crocodiles. They were probably too proud of themselves, so they were accidentally injured by these ferocious monsters. In the three-way melee, the brave Mbenga was unlucky enough to be targeted as a big fish. He and that old thing wearing a mask were chased here, and fortunately rescued by Fang Senyan. The rest were probably being hunted down as well.

Fang Senyan knew that Mbenga was familiar with the terrain, so he asked him to lead the way, following a few possible paths to find the escapees. After running for two or three places, they saw spots of blood on the ground from afar. In addition, there were actually clumps of yellow-green marks the size of washbasins, surrounded by radiating splashes of mucus and chitin.

Seeing these marks, Fang Senyan's heart stirred, and he immediately followed the trail. From afar, he saw Jiao Shi holding up that radiant dark gold shield, resisting the frenzied attack of a Black Marsh crocodile. Behind him were five or six natives, who, although quite exhausted, were in high spirits, constantly darting in and out, attacking with spears with bowlegs and shouting loudly.

Even more bizarre was that, on average, every two or three times Jiao Shi blocked the crocodile's attack, a glittering light spot of different colors would quietly fly out of his shield, float into the crocodile's body, and then a pustule would bulge up where the light spot flew in.

Soon the pustule burst, and a beetle covered in hard chitin crawled out. The beetle was the size of a fist, with black, green, and silver carapace, and crawled extremely fast on the ground! As soon as it touched the giant crocodile's body, it would fiercely attach itself, constantly biting with its mouthparts. After a minute or two, it would automatically explode, releasing a blood-red aura that dissipated like a cloud, and then dissolved into Jiao Shi and the surrounding natives' bodies, restoring their health.

One of the crocodile's right eyes had also been blinded, and a turbid liquid was flowing out, with a strange-shaped dart stuck on it. There was a mark on the body of the dart, and several veins meandered on the mark, as if they were human bulging blue veins, throbbing and sucking. And there was a similar mark on the dart pouch worn on Jiao Shi's waist. The veins on the dart were sucking the essence of the enemy, and his dart pouch was accepting the nutrients to feed back to the host.

These were Jiao Shi's two most powerful abilities in combat, one was the Birmingham "Stuka" Hand Dart Waist Pouch, and the other,

was the powerful ability of the newly acquired dark gold shield, Holy Scarab Oviposition!

Relying on these two perverted abilities, Jiao Shi was there to wear down this crocodile. Although he looked extremely embarrassed, covered in mud, and even had a button-sized black bloodsucking tick staring at his face, he was still able to hold on. And the natives next to him assisted in the attack very bravely. They were using the wooden spears that Fang Senyan had obtained earlier, which could effectively spread diseases. In addition, the holy scarabs still had a range healing effect after death, so these natives were still in high spirits and continued to attack.

At this time, Fang Senyan saw that Jiao Shi was already in critical condition, and it seemed that the team ability and the Merit Potion had been used up, and he was exhausted. He hurriedly rushed up! A flash of deep blue light, aimed at the right hind limb of this Black Marsh crocodile, and he slashed down with force!

The blade light and blood spurted out at the same time. The crocodile's hind leg had originally been pierced with a broken wooden spear, and the edge of the wound was even black and festering, and even the extremely tough crocodile skin had rotted. Fang Senyan's knife rubbed against the wound, immediately cutting open the thick crocodile leather, and blood and pus spurted out together, revealing the white bones, which were instantly submerged by the surging blood.

This Dead Marsh crocodile immediately grunted in pain. Its tail swung around and lashed out at Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan was prepared for this, kneeling on one knee with a very low center of gravity! He raised the.West and braced it for a moment. Although he was also hit by the giant tail, making his vision go black, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he retreated a few meters, he was not knocked away.

This strike finally triggered Fang Senyan's passive ability, Swift Beast Hormone Injection! The phantom of a swift beast appeared behind his body. Fang Senyan waved his long knife, and without hesitation, he slashed three times at the crocodile's wound, not only cutting its hind leg into a mess of flesh and blood, but after cutting, Fang Senyan ignored the tail that was sweeping back frantically again, raised his foot and kicked hard at the end of the broken wooden spear, stomping it downwards with force, directly submerging it into the crocodile's body!

In the next second, Fang Senyan, who had a wide opening, was sent flying by the crocodile's tail, which was now in terrible pain!

This was the crocodile's counterattack with a heavy load, and its power was extraordinary. It hit him like a golf ball that was about to get a hole-in-one, and he was sent flying into the swamp behind him, rolling "crashing" for twenty or thirty meters! He was directly covered in black mud. When he finally managed to get up, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood with a "wow" sound.

But Fang Senyan's actions almost completely crippled the Dead Marsh crocodile's right leg. The crocodile's speed was already suppressed on land, not to mention it only had three legs left at this time?

After Fang Senyan stood up crookedly, he immediately realized that the injured crocodile had lost its mind in the throes of pain and pounced on him!

Fang Senyan was sent flying by a tail, and his eyes were seeing stars. He estimated that a few ribs were broken, but his legs were not injured. He immediately got up and fled, and this was originally the junction of the primeval forest and the Dubaiya Swamp. He ran in a large circle, directly fleeing into the primeval forest, dragging the guy two or three hundred meters deep into the forest, before jumping onto a large tree.

With this period of delay, Jiao Shi of course directly collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. All the bandages, medicines, and food that would be interrupted when injured were used up. By the time Fang Senyan got on the tree, Jiao Shi had gained enough recovery time, and his health had recovered from more than 20% to more than 90%.