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They continued forward.

Chu Xiaoye turned the peeled jaguar skin over and hung it on the back of the pit.

Although the jaguar was already dead, the smell on its body still made Pit tremble in fear.

This fat and strong warthog was trembling and careful as it walked, as if it was afraid of waking the ferocious beast on its back.

In the evening.

Chu Xiaoye brought the team through the forest and arrived at a swamp.

The air was filled with a rotten stench and a strong smell of blood.

Chu Xiaoye saw the crocodile corpses lying in the swamp at a glance.

The crocodiles lay there in all directions, their heads or abdomen dripping with blood. The blood had yet to freeze completely, and they had clearly just died.

In the swamp pit full of fallen leaves, there was a mess and traces of fighting were everywhere.

Chu Xiaoye counted carefully. More than ten crocodiles had died here, but there were no signs of their flesh being eaten.