Chapter 601: Death of the Black Croc and the Shadowy Truth

The roar of the crowd was a physical force, a tidal wave of bloodlust and adrenaline that crashed against the reinforced cage. Inside, the air was thick with the coppery tang of blood and the acrid stench of burnt flesh. Levi Shamrock’s chest heaved, each breath a searing intake of air that did little to quell the fire in his lungs. Across from him stood the Black Croc. It was a monster in the truest sense, a grotesque fusion of man and beast. Towering over eight feet tall, its body was a...