Spicy Balls!

Kim Jung-tae, a civilization observer from South Korea, also disbelieves in superstitions.

Although he had vaguely sensed that something was wrong, Jin Zhengtai was furious when he saw Wang Lin still slacking off and happily eating snacks through the light screen.

Why did he fail to win the last Cataclysm dungeon despite his hard work?

Why should the observers of the Dragon Kingdom's civilization succeed without doing anything?

Why should his meticulously bred canine jaw beast, which he had raised for a thousand years, be killed by those primitive crocodiles that spend all their time soaking in the mud?

He doesn't agree!

So he wanted to kill these primordial crocodiles ruthlessly, and he wanted to see the panicked expressions on the faces of the Dragon Kingdom civilization observers!

And so, Kim Jong-tae once again sent his canine jaw beast to attack the original crocodile, and this time it was a full-scale attack.

The remaining hundred canine-jawed beasts rushed toward the deep water like madmen, splashing water everywhere and howling deafeningly.

They no longer chased one by one, but instead formed groups of three or five, flanking the crocodiles from different directions.

Kim Jung-tae's idea was simple: to use the canine jaw beasts' united efforts to wipe out the original crocodile.

But the original crocodiles weren't worried at all.

The river in the deep water area is three or four meters deep, and the dog-jawed beast's feet cannot reach the bottom at all. It can only rely on its four legs to paddle in the water to maintain buoyancy.

The protocrocodiles do not need to maintain buoyancy; they can easily sink to the bottom, lie there, and wait for the canine jawed beasts to swim over.

In this situation, no matter how united the canine jaw beasts are, how could they possibly cooperate well?

A canine-jawed beast swam overhead, and suddenly a dark shadow darted out of the mud at the bottom of the water.

The crocodile charged upwards, its head slamming into the belly of the canine-jawed beast. The beast was thrown out of the water, tumbled halfway in the air, and crashed back into the water belly up.

Before it could even roll over, the crocodile had already bitten its hind leg and suddenly rolled over. A fatal roll.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

The canine jaw beast's hind legs were twisted off, and its body was flung around, splashing water everywhere.

A few seconds later, it stopped moving.

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Another canine jaw beast was attacked by two proto-crocodiles at the same time.

One bit its tail, and the other bit its neck.

The two crocodiles rolled simultaneously, but in opposite directions.

The canine jaw beast's body was twisted into a pretzel, and its bones cracked and popped.

Its mouth opened and closed, as if trying to make a sound but unable to.

A dozen seconds later, its body went limp, like a wrung-out towel.

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Another canine jawed beast tried to swim back; it was already scared.

But before it could swim a few meters, a mouth emerged from the water and bit its hind leg.

It was dragged into the water, a string of bubbles rose to the surface, and then it never floated back up.

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The original crocodiles rolled and died one after another, like a series of meat grinders in operation.

With each roll, one of the canine-jawed beasts dies.

With each animal that dies, a patch of blood appears on the water's surface.

The river water was churned up and became extremely murky, with mud, blood, and bits of flesh mixed together, like a pot of overcooked offal soup.

Kim Jong-tae could see everything clearly from inside the room.

His face changed from anger to tension, and from tension to terror.

His fingers hovered above the light screen, trembling slightly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout for retreat, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't fucking chase us!"

He finally shouted it out, his voice high-pitched and hoarse, as if someone had grabbed his neck.

His fingers moved frantically across the light screen, drawing haphazard lines as he issued the retreat order.

But it takes time for the command to reach the canine jaw beast's brain, and time is running out.

And so, Kim Jung-tae could only watch helplessly as his canine-jawed beasts disappeared one by one, leaving only ripples spreading across the water and patches of scattered blood.

The crocodiles rose from the water, carrying the carcass of the canine jaw beast in their mouths, their tails splashing water everywhere.

Some crocodiles dragged the carcasses to the shore, some ate them directly in the water, and others continued to dive back to the bottom, waiting for the next prey to come knocking.

Having witnessed firsthand the loss of thirty or forty of his canine jaw beasts in just a minute or two, Kim Jung-tae's eyes turned bloodshot.

At this moment, he finally understood the question that the audience in the Dragon Kingdom had been wondering about for a long time.

His canine jaws might not even be a match for the crocodiles on land, so how could he possibly be a match for them in the deep waters where they excel?

Having figured this out, Kim Jung-tae seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsing onto the sofa, his face pale and his lips blue.

He stared at the canine-jawed beasts still thrashing about in the water on the screen, then at the primal crocodiles constantly emerging from the water, his mind blank.

He lost.

It wasn't a matter of quantity or size that we lost; it was a matter of location.

He sent his canine jaw beast into the home turf of the original crocodile, just as he sent a tiger into the sea.

Tigers are the king of beasts on land, but in the sea, let alone sharks, even an octopus can easily suffocate them!

His canine jaw beast can chase the primal crocodile on land, but in the water, it can only be chased and bitten by the primal crocodile.

The live chat exploded again.

The mockery from the Chinese audience surged like a tidal wave, while the Korean audience was completely silenced, unable to utter a single word.

His only thought now is to rescue the remaining canine jaw beasts as quickly as possible.

Save as many as you can!

Although the canine jaw beasts were terrified and began to flee, they were far slower than the protocrocodiles in the water.

The crocodiles' slaughter continues.

One after another, the canine jawed beasts were dragged into the deep water and sank to the bottom.

The river was stained dark red with blood, looking like a red ribbon from a distance.

Floating on the water were the fur and bits of flesh of the dog-jaw beasts, as well as several half-submerged dog-jaw beast corpses, belly up, their four legs stiffly stretched out.

The crocodiles swam through the bloody water, their mouths brimming with spoils, their tails splashing water everywhere. Occasionally, one or two crocodiles would surface to breathe, spewing two jets of water from their nostrils before diving back into the water.

A dozen minutes later, the river returned to calm.

There were no howls of canines, no splashes of water, only the sound of flowing river.

The bloodstains on the water's surface were diluted by the current, turning into a pale pink color.

Several pieces of canine pelts floated on the water's surface, slowly drifting away with the current.

Of the more than one hundred canine jawed beasts, fewer than twenty escaped.

They were covered in wounds, some missing a leg, others with chunks of flesh bitten off their backs. They limped ashore and disappeared into the bushes without looking back.

The remaining eighty-odd birds all died in the river.

Their bodies sank to the bottom of the water, surrounded by the original crocodiles, like a pile of goods waiting to be distributed.

The crocodiles weren't in a hurry to eat; they needed to make sure all the canine jaw beasts were completely dead before they would slowly begin to enjoy them.

There's nothing I can do, your Grandpa Crocodile is just that steady!

Kim Jung-tae sat motionless on the sofa, staring at the original crocodiles on the screen who were feasting on the carcasses of the canine-jawed beasts, unable to utter a single word.

However, his body couldn't help but tremble.