The crocodile flew up into the sky, which was quite dramatic.
For Zhang Zhen to face three Tier Six Evil Spirits and a large number of Tier Seven Evil Spirits, it was a bit difficult.
However, Zhang Zhen was all about challenges.
Challenging the impossible, if you don't fight hard when you're young, when will you?
Zhang Zhen held the Golden Wind-Thunder Rod, with purple lightning constantly swirling, thunder and lightning shooting straight to the clouds.
"Crackle, crackle."
"Crackle, crackle."
Such sounds kept resonating. In this environment, Zhang Zhen seemed to be portrayed as a thunder god of war.
At this moment, the eagle battle formation formed by crocodiles also charged toward Zhang Zhen to strike.
The eagle's claws and beak were composed of Tier Six Evil Spirits, and their prowess was intimidating.
"Bang!"
The Golden Wind-Thunder Rod in Zhang Zhen's hand was like a giant hammer, heavily striking the eagle formation.
