Lin Yang stood still, not bothering to look at the unconscious Chen Yang behind him. Instead, he frowned slightly, gazing up at the Golden Sun Demon Dragon in the clouds, which exuded a terrifying aura.

Muttering to himself with a hint of barely noticeable annoyance, he said, "Troublesome... Didn't that bald Zhou Shan say there was only a peak third-level nine-zhang crocodile? How did this big guy get drawn out..."

Only then did he casually glance back at Chen Yang, who lay motionless on the ground.

Chen Yang was bleeding from his seven orifices, his breath weak, but his chest still rose and fell, indicating he hadn't died on the spot.