Chapter 382: Real Torture

But Sabin, suspended in mid-air, was not as calm as Finn. He had already sensed something was wrong with the water beneath him. Before Joe yelled out to be careful, Sabin's gaze had already turned to the lake. Imagine his horror when he saw the crocodile emerge from the water. There was no doubt that Sabin peed his pants. As the bloody mouth of the crocodile approached him, his soul seemed to leave his body. He could even smell the foul odor emanating from the crocodile’s mouth! "Ah!"...