The dragon lance, driven by Shen Cong's greatest burst of strength into the saltwater croc's eye, six meters long, left only two meters exposed. Though the resistance was enormous, Shen Cong nonetheless completed the heavy strike against the saltwater croc exactly to the set target — he'd merely used too much force, leaving his arms bleeding faintly.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, the bridge to the brain.

That thrust.

Absolutely drove straight into the soul.

And in the next moment, the saltwater croc's eruption was within Shen Cong's expectations too. Once the dragon lance left his hands, he was already astride the Four-Legged Dragon, ready to flee far off. Amid the great bubbling roar, Shen Cong didn't forget to glance back at the iron people's strike opposite.

One look, and it nearly ground Shen Cong's teeth to powder in fury.

The jin-core ramming timber the four iron people had held was indeed lodged in the saltwater croc's eye socket, but the angle was wrong — deviating from the set angle by at least fifteen degrees. Which was to say, this strike of theirs very likely hadn't wounded the saltwater croc's brain, only passing through the eyeball and lodging against bone.

The jin-core ramming timber was eight meters long, five and a half meters left exposed — they'd driven in only two and a half meters.

That depth couldn't reach the position of the brain at all.

"ROAR!"

The saltwater croc, both eyes now blind — though the jin-core ramming timber in its left eye had failed to wound its brain, the dragon lance in its right eye had absolutely driven deep into the soul. Only, the saltwater croc seemed to have no awareness at all of its brain being damaged; its fifty-plus-meter, hundred-plus-ton body actually leapt up.

Like a mountain springing into the air — a scene that could scare the timid to death.

Shen Cong, carrying his fury, rode the dragon in flight; the eleven iron people opposite fled in all directions too — three hundred meters off there were tunnels the Vajra Ants had dug,…