Meimei disappeared and ran away.

The crocodiles swam downstream along the river.

The river water was very clear, and you could see the stones and aquatic plants on the bottom.

They swam slowly and unhurriedly, like a group of elementary school students on a spring outing. Occasionally, a few crocodiles would pop their heads out of the water, look around, and then pull back in.

Along the way, when they encounter animals drinking water, they will mimic the act of a log, silently swimming towards the animal and killing it for food.

A small-headed beast was drinking water by the river when a crocodile suddenly emerged from the water, grabbed its neck, and dragged it into the water. The small-headed beast barely struggled before becoming still.

The crocodiles were quite adept at hunting small-headed beasts.

Another small water dragon was bathing in the shallow water when three crocodiles surrounded it at the same time, biting its legs and tails in perfect coordination.

The water dragon howled in pain, but after a few cries it fell silent.

The crocodiles drag their prey to deeper waters and gather around to enjoy it.

They didn't waste what they couldn't finish; they just carried it along as they continued on their way.

As for why there was no tension at all during their escape, the reason is simple: the crocodiles couldn't catch them.

The crocodile is indeed very strong in combat, but its speed is really poor. It swims slowly in the water and walks even slower on the shore.

You can walk the crocodiles like you're walking a dog, swimming in the water for a while, stopping to rest, and then swimming again when the crocodile is about to catch up.

Running and stopping, stopping and running, the crocodile behind was panting heavily, while the original crocodile floated leisurely in front.

If it weren't for the disgusting canine-jawed beasts waiting on land, the original crocodiles wouldn't even consider moving.

Isn't it uncomfortable to stay in the water?

They had fish to eat every day, and occasionally prey would come knocking on their door; they lived a very comfortable life.

But the problem is that the canine jaw beast is blocking the shore, and the crocodile is chasing in the water. With wolves in front and tigers behind, they have no choice but to move.

Whether in the water or on land, we should at least leave them a place to live.

Witnessing the migration of the original crocodiles, the audience in the Dragon Kingdom actually felt it was all perfectly natural.

Unlike the last time when it was forced into the water by these two observed species, this time the escape of the Protocrocodile was a display of great wisdom.

Last time, I was beaten so badly that I had no choice but to run away or I would die.

This is a strategic shift; as long as we survive, we can always rebuild.

Knowing full well that they are no match for the enemy, yet forcibly staying here will only lead to their own destruction.

It's better to find a new river to start anew as soon as possible.

Anyway, as long as you don't encounter any particularly strong beasts, your original crocodile grandfather's fighting power is still quite formidable.

If you can't beat the crocodile, can't you beat the little water dragon?

If you can't beat the canine-jawed beast, can't you beat the little-headed beast?

If you can't beat the Southern Cross Dragon, can't you beat a fish?

In this new place, there are no natural enemies, no competitors, and you can eat however you want and sleep however you want.

On the battlefield, the crocodile's slaughter continues.

The howls of the canine-jawed beast rose and fell, like a mournful symphony.

A canine jawed beast had its hind leg bitten off and was dragging the severed limb across the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind it.

A canine jawed beast had its belly torn open, its intestines spilling out onto the ground, but it kept crawling forward, trying to get away from the crocodile.

A canine jawed beast had its head smashed open, its brains splattered all over the ground, and its body was still twitching.

Although sometimes quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes, a dozen wild boars may kill a tiger, and dozens of hyenas may bite a lion until it is covered in wounds.

But for over a hundred canine jawed beasts to defeat dozens of crocodiles, the only way is to stuff them to death with their own bodies.

The canine jaws bit into the crocodile, but couldn't even break its skin.

The canine jaw beast's claws scratched at the crocodile, leaving not even a mark.

With a flick of the crocodile's tail, the canine-jawed beast flew several meters away.

With a single bite from the crocodile's jaws, the canine-jawed beast breathed its last.

So even though the canine jaw beasts had a numerical advantage, it was almost a battle with no chance of winning.

In the end, only a dozen or so canine jawed beasts that ran relatively fast survived.

The rest were either bitten to death by crocodiles or had their bodies and limbs bitten off; they didn't live long at all.

Some canine jawed beasts had broken legs and lay on the ground waiting to die.

Some canine jawed beasts had their lungs punctured by bites, making it impossible for them to breathe.

Some canine jawed beasts had their blood vessels ruptured by bites, and the bleeding just wouldn't stop.

If it were just that, it would be fine. But if the crocodiles were to kill all the hundreds of original crocodiles, then Kim Jung-tae could barely accept that price.

Trading over a hundred canine jaw beasts for over a hundred original crocodiles is a one-for-one trade, not a bad deal.

Anyway, he had more than two thousand canine jaw beasts, so the death of more than a hundred was nothing.

As long as I can vent my anger!

But the biggest problem now is that the original crocodile has run away.

Only two or three of the original crocodiles died from start to finish, and then they disappeared and ran away.

However, he paid a heavy price, losing more than 150 canine jaw beasts.

Kim Jong-tae, the observer of South Korean civilization, had a very unpleasant expression.

His face turned bright red, the veins on his neck bulged, and his lips trembled.

Without even thinking, he knew he was about to experience another round of utter cyberbullying.

Last time, when the original crocodile killed more than 80 canine jaw beasts, the South Korean audience almost gave him a heart attack from all the criticism.

This time it was even worse; nearly two hundred died, and not at the hands of the original crocodile, but at the hands of the crocodiles he himself had lured in.

Trying to kill someone by borrowing their knife will only result in the knife not being used to kill the other person, but instead cutting yourself first.

The original intention of luring the crocodiles was to kill the original crocodiles, but it backfired and all the dead were their own canine-jawed beasts.

This outcome is unacceptable not only to the audience, but also to him.

He kicked the table in front of him, sending it flying. The table crashed to the ground, scattering snacks, cola, and tissues all over the floor.

Then he rushed up and started punching and kicking the table, as if he were beating up Yuan E!

Bro was truly furious; otherwise, he could have simply begged the planners to give him a live crocodile so they could have a thrilling battle.

I'm sure the planner will meet his expectations.

At this time, the Korean Blue Star Online research team contacted him again.

The communicator's buttons flashed on the light screen, and the beeping sound echoed in the room.

Kim Jung-tae stared at the flashing button and remained silent for a few seconds.

I thought this cowardly guy would ignore the phone again, but to my surprise, he answered it this time.

The research team leader paused for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to start cursing—you good-for-nothing, you trash, you've disgraced South Korea!

But before the research group leader could even scold him, he instead roared angrily:

"You guys need to find a way to contact the civilization observer in India. I want to get a good look at what he's thinking, damn it!"

Kim Jung-tae's voice was loud and shrill, like a knife slicing through glass.

His eyes widened, his face flushed red, and spittle flew onto the light screen.

Because Kim Jong-tae's imposing manner was so strong, the research team leader was actually silenced by his shouting.

The team leader stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

He nodded in agreement almost subconsciously, and then ordered others to contact India.