Crocodiles, though they appear sluggish and foolish, are terrifyingly fast when they attack.
On grassy terrain near a river, over short distances, even Usain Bolt couldn't outrun an attacking crocodile!
Especially these ten mutated crocodiles, each over ten meters long. Having grown in this adjacent space for so long, they had even developed intelligence.
Instead of biting the Brotherhood members directly, they swung their massive, terrifying tails, knocking them to the ground or performing death rolls, crushing their opponents with their immense bodies and hardened scales.
Within mere seconds, the Brotherhood members were decimated, leaving only their leader, Mustaf, and the Peeping Tom. They had positioned themselves further back, thus evading the crocodiles' initial assault.
As lightning flashed across the night sky again, illuminating the scene, Mustaf clearly saw that his more than ten subordinates no longer had complete bodies.
The crocodiles were having a feast in the surrounding open space!
The crocodiles' bite force was astonishing; they even crushed the steel helmets worn by the Brotherhood members, swallowing them whole!
Mustaf watched this unfold, feeling as if he had plunged into an icy abyss.
His subordinates, his everything, had vanished in mere seconds.
Mustaf turned, his eyes bloodshot. A timid person would have been terrified to death by his gaze!
"Peeping Tom, what is going on? I demand an explanation!"
"Boss, I... I don't know...
When I arrived, I didn't see where these monsters came from..."
The Peeping Tom stammered, a foul-smelling liquid trickling down his pant leg.
"You scoundrel, you deserve to die!"
Mustaf roared in fury, then raised his hand and pulled the trigger!
Mustaf's weapon was a Desert Eagle, a firearm famous in various games.
In reality, it was a hunting pistol developed and released in the 1980s. Initially chambered in nine millimeters, its caliber was later increased to twelve millimeters.
This weapon was primarily designed to prevent wealthy hunters from wounding beasts with rifles or submachine guns, serving as a defense when the beast closed in, or for finishing off injured prey.
The effective range of this firearm was up to 100 meters. Some even used extended barrels to kill a moose within 200 meters with this gun.
However, its terrifying power came with terrifying weight and recoil. The unloaded pistol weighed three kilograms. Individuals weighing less than ninety kilograms could not handle this weapon, as its recoil could even break their wrists.
But for strength-type ability users with physically enhanced bodies, this weapon was a perfect match.
Enraged, Mustaf pulled the trigger. The Peeping Tom's eyes widened; half his head was gone, and his body collapsed to the ground.
At that moment, Mustaf realized he was surrounded by several crocodiles.
Mustaf gritted his teeth, raised both hands, aimed his dual pistols at a crocodile, and desperately pulled the trigger.
However, even the formidable large-caliber Desert Eagle only managed to chip a few scales.
The crocodile, as if intelligent, shook its head violently and shifted its body. All the bullets from the Desert Eagle struck the crocodile but caused no fatal damage.
Just then, the crocodile's massive tail swept towards him!
Mustaf, having emptied his magazines, flung the Desert Eagles aside with both hands. He then channeled all his strength into his shoulder, slamming it into the crocodile's tail.
"Bang!"
Mustaf was sent flying backward, feeling as if he had been hit by a speeding car crashing into a concrete wall.
Although the crocodile's tail didn't continue to swing, the immense recoil had sent Mustaf flying. Mustaf felt excruciating pain in his shoulder blade, suspecting it might be fractured.
Before Mustaf could regain his footing, he felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. Looking down, he saw his right leg clamped in a jaw with teeth as thick as an adult's arm, deeply embedded in his flesh.
It was fortunate that he was an ability user with a body far stronger than ordinary people. At that moment, his leg muscles contracted fiercely, preventing the crocodile's teeth from sinking in further.
Even so, the tips of the crocodile's teeth had penetrated his bone, narrowly missing breaking his leg bone.
"Ah!"
Mustaf cried out in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He reached out with both hands, attempting to pry open the crocodile's massive jaws, but the crocodile's bite force was far beyond what a human could overcome.
Just then, another mutated crocodile lunged, clamping its jaws onto Mustaf's upper body. His entire head fell into the crocodile's mouth, its teeth sinking into his shoulder blade.
"Ah!"
Mustaf screamed in agony, using all his strength to break free from the crocodile's grip, but prey caught by a crocodile rarely escaped so easily.
Two enormous crocodiles, over ten meters long, had him. What followed was the crocodiles' signature move: the death roll!
While crocodiles possessed incredible bite force, they lacked the ability to chew. Crocodiles swallowed their prey whole. If the prey was too large to swallow, they would bite down on a portion and spin their bodies, using immense force to tear that piece from the prey!
Mustaf's body was at its limit, but he still couldn't break free. He then personally understood what the death roll truly meant!
The next moment, both crocodiles, satisfied, swallowed their meals.
The rain continued to fall, the atmosphere outside was peaceful. The heavy rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground. The crocodiles lay there, contentedly digesting their food.
Inside the room, Yu Gong Yui had awakened, holding a bell, ready to summon her Shikigami for battle at any moment.
She had been woken by the sounds of fighting and gunshots from outside the house.
However, Ah Li lay sprawled on the bed, one leg resting across Yu Gong Yui's stomach.
As for Ling Tian, he was lying on the sofa bed, breathing steadily, seemingly fast asleep.
Soon, the commotion outside ceased.
At that moment, Ling Tian's voice was heard.
"Yui, it's all over. Go to sleep quickly, tomorrow will be a busy day!"