Chapter 477 Instinct

• The giant croc had to unclamp that bloody maw. Blood jetted from Qing Tiansi’s shoulder like an arrow. A wave of dizziness slammed his skull.
• Running on pure instinct, he clutched the croc’s tail with a death grip and got dragged over the mud, all the way to the bank a dozen meters off.
• At last, the croc couldn’t bear the wound in its vital spot. On the soft riverbank it thrashed a few times, then collapsed, limp and done.