Big Fool Chun, what are you doing?!

Just then, the nearby crocodile noticed the anomaly and quickly knocked it away.

The two crocodiles rolled twice on the ground, splashing mud everywhere.

The crocodile that had been knocked away got up and continued to bite its own leg, but another crocodile pounced on it and pinned its head down.

The other crocodiles also noticed the anomaly. To prevent this crocodile from doing anything foolish, the other four crocodiles took the lead in biting its limbs.

One bit the left front leg, one bit the right front leg, one bit the left hind leg, and one bit the right hind leg.

Each of the four crocodiles bit one of their legs, pinning the crocodile that was trying to self-mutilate to the ground, rendering it unable to move.

This might be to prevent the target from shooting himself, so we fired first and killed him!

Although the Protocrocodilians shouldn't have such a high level of intelligence, don't forget that they are not ordinary Protocrocodilians; they are Protocrocodilians who have dreamed of a great revival!

The young crocodile was pinned to the ground, its mouth opening and closing as it tried to bite its own legs, but all four legs were bitten and it couldn't move at all.

It could only make whimpering sounds, as if it were crying or cursing the crocodile.

The former crocodile leader walked up to it, his expression carrying a hint of anthropomorphic speechlessness.

It stared at the young crocodile pinned to the ground for a full three seconds. Then it opened its mouth and began to curse in the language of crocodiles.

"Big Fool Chun, what are you doing?!"

The young crocodile struggled to raise its head, its eyes filled with fanaticism:

"Chief, I'm going to bite off those long legs! Once I bite off those long legs, I'll have no weaknesses and can become even stronger!"

The former crocodile leader's lips twitched slightly.

"If you bite off my leg, how will you swim? How will you walk? How will you hunt?"

The young crocodile paused for a moment, then said with even greater fervor:

"That doesn't matter, Chief. For the future of our race, for the sake of becoming terrifying monsters, let's bite off each other's long legs!"

"Short legs are the future of the original crocodile; we want short-legged crocodiles!"

The naive creature thought that as long as it bit off its leg, it could transform into the prehistoric crocodile of its dreams.

In its imagination, if it loses half of its four long legs, it can become like the giant crocodile in its dream, with a flat and wide body, swimming fast and rolling around in a graceful manner.

It never considered how it would survive without legs.

The former crocodile leader fell silent after hearing the solemn promises made by his superiors and subordinates.

It had seen many ruthless characters in this harsh environment, but even those ruthless characters would give a thumbs up if they saw what this original crocodile had done.

This little thing is beyond saving, a complete idiot.

However, even though the other party has mental problems, the original crocodile leader cannot simply give up on it.

After all, it's his subordinate; he can't just watch it bite him to death.

So the original crocodile used the common skill that animals use to determine who is the leader of the group.

duel!

The leader of the crocodiles gestured for his men to release the young crocodile, then took two steps back and patted the ground with his tail.

This is the crocodile language's equivalent of "Come here!"

If the other party is unwilling to fight, then they will be labeled a coward for life and lose their right to choose a partner for life!

Therefore, it must fight!

The young crocodile got up from the ground, its four legs still a little weak, but its eyes were still fervent.

It lowered its head and charged toward the leader.

Then the leader lashed him to the ground with his tail.

It got up and rushed over again.

He was knocked over again.

Get up again and rinse again.

He was knocked over again.

…………

The leader's tail was like a whip, making it howl as it lashed out.

Each time it was flipped over, another layer of mud would accumulate on its body.

After being smoked five or six times, it was covered in mud from head to toe, looking just like a clay statue.

In no time at all, he whipped the crocodile until it whimpered and dared not mention again that it had bitten off its long leg.

It lay on the ground, its four legs curled up, its mouth tightly shut, and its eyes changed from fervent to aggrieved.

The former crocodile leader looked down at it and let out a low growl.

That voice, translated into plain language, would roughly mean: If you have another episode like that, I'll beat you up again!

After subduing their unruly subordinates, the three former crocodile leaders, gazing at the nearby river, stream, and swamp, issued the same command.

Enter the water.

This time, they weren't forced to enter the water to make a living; they did it voluntarily.

These crocodiles have discovered that only in water are they truly perfect, becoming the terrifying killer that all living things tremble in fear.

The first group of crocodiles jumped into the water, splashing high into the air.

The second batch followed closely behind, then the third and fourth batches, one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The river water was churned up and became extremely muddy, with mud churning up from the bottom and turning the entire river a yellowish-brown color.

But the crocodiles didn't care. They rolled, thrashed, and swam in the water like a pack of mad dogs just released from their cages.

Once they enter the water, all they have to do is eat!

Eat!

It's still eating!

Putting everything else aside for now, let's focus on stacking the volume first.

A one-meter-long crocodile will be attacked by other predators.

A ten-meter-long crocodile, upon spotting other predators, launches a powerful attack.

The original crocodile leader floated on the surface of the water, with only its nose and eyes showing.

Its gaze swept over its minions frantically fishing on the river, and it let out a low growl.

The gist of it is: Eat! Everyone eat! Whoever eats the least, I'll beat them up!

The fish in the river suffered.

The crocodiles swept through the water like harvesters; the big fish ate the small fish, the small fish ate the shrimp, and the crocodiles ate everything.

A 40-centimeter-long ancient fish had just emerged from the seaweed when a proto-crocodile bit its tail.

It struggled desperately, but the crocodile's teeth clamped down on it like pliers, and the more it struggled, the deeper it sank.

Another crocodile dived to the bottom of the water and pulled a 60-centimeter-long lungfish out of the silt.

The lungfish writhed in the mud, when the crocodile bit its head and dragged it to the surface.

The river surface was filled with scenes of crocodiles catching fish.

Some crocodiles swat fish with their tails in shallow water, while others ambush them in deep water. Still others have learned to cooperate as a team—two crocodiles flank the fish from both sides, forcing it to the shallows before swallowing it whole.

The more you eat, the faster you grow. The faster you grow, the closer you get to that prehistoric crocodile in your dreams.

The former crocodile leader watched all this, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

It then remembered the giant crocodile, which was over ten meters long, from its dream.

That giant crocodile that lay sunbathing by the water, not even caring about dinosaurs.

That giant crocodile could swallow a dog-jawed beast whole and whip a crocodile over with its tail.

One day, its descendants will become like that too!

It will turn out like that!

The former crocodile leader sank into the water, leaving only its nose and eyes visible. It stared at its minions still frantically feeding on the surface of the river, a slight smile playing on its lips.

Eat up, eat as much as you want.

Eat your way into a prehistoric giant crocodile!

Eat your way to becoming a legend!