"

"Exactly!" Mo Hancheng replied, exasperation laced in his voice, as he focused on the bomb. Yang Feng, realizing it was a bomb, almost fell off the tree at Xue Ying's suggestion.

"Oh my god!" Yang Feng couldn’t help but think Xue Ying sometimes acted a bit silly.

Mo Hancheng tossed the bomb down, and the frenzied crocodiles fought over it. One crocodile swallowed the bomb whole, even belching afterwards.

"Boom~"

The explosion reduced the crocodile to a bloody mess, with its comrades quickly tearing apart the remains and eating them.

"This… this…" The trio stared in shock at the carnage below. The crocodiles' ferocity, even towards their own, was beyond belief.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Though powerful, the bomb couldn't fool the crocodiles twice. They resumed ramming the tree, making it sway and lean, threatening to fall soon.

"Boom~"

In a critical moment, Yang Feng leapt from the branches, his entire body encased in purple lightning, causing the crocodiles to instinctively retreat in fear.

"Be careful, Brother Feng!" Mo Hancheng noticed the crocodiles' fear of lightning, a surprising turn of events.

"Crackle~"

Sensing their fear, Yang Feng formed a purple lightning ball, hurling it into the group of crocodiles.

"Boom~"

The explosion left a charred crater and a scorched crocodile corpse, sending the remaining crocodiles into trembling.

"Swish swish~"

One by one, the crocodiles retreated into the river. Yang Feng allowed them to flee.

"Plop~" "Plop~" ...

Mo Hancheng and Xue Ying descended from the tree, glancing at the crocodile corpses in trepidation before quickly departing.

×××

The explosive noise drew the attention of the local indigenous residents. A topless man led a group of spear-wielding men through the forest, moving faster than Yang Feng and his companions.

"Ula Ula…" The man shouted, and his followers dispersed into the surrounding underbrush, with some archers climbing into the thick canopy.

Yang Feng’s group soon arrived, sensing danger ahead and halting, scrutinizing their surroundings.

"What’s wrong?"

"There might be danger nearby."

"Can’t be!"

"Swish~" "Swish~"... Several arrows whooshed through the air towards them at high speed.

"Crack…"

Mo Hancheng and Yang Feng caught the arrows midair, snapping them effortlessly and throwing the broken arrows back.

"Thud thud…" Archers fell from the trees, unharmed but exposed. Surrounding warriors emerged from the underbrush, encircling the trio with hostile motions.

"Uh, who are these people?" Yang Feng pondered, noting their primitive attire and weapons, while sensing their animosity.

"They must be indigenous residents of the Amazon region!"

"Ah!"

The indigenous men hesitated, awestruck by the trio’s skill in catching arrows, realizing they were no ordinary opponen

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