From Swamp Dog to Crocodile Ancestor

Snapped!

A swift but slightly unsteady black shadow rose and fell, leaving a slowly healing footprint in the swamp.

The red-faced monkey king ran wildly through the swamp, his mouth tightly shut, with some blue spiritual water in it. He glanced back at the silhouette of the large willow tree in the poisonous barrier one last time, and left without looking back.

At this moment, the red-faced monkey king had completely lost his previous high spirits and rosy complexion. Now he was emaciated, his hair was messy and dirty, and his eyes were sunken.

Its left chest was unusually sunken, with blood streaks beneath the hair, and it looked like a... fist mark.

The red-faced monkey king, whose breathing was unsteady, could not stop at all and could only run wildly toward the location of the spiritual spring.

Midway, it stopped on a rock, opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of pale blue spiritual water that had been stained red, then took out a rough wooden tube from its waist, uncorked it, and poured another mouthful into its mouth.

Then it continued its frantic run.

Without a doubt, the attack failed. When the Monkey King first discovered the big willow tree, he truly felt a sense of relief and escape from a desperate situation.

Just as its kind was on the verge of extinction, it found a stable refuge once again.

But unexpectedly, a terrifying white python was lurking there, and with a single blow, it destroyed the artifact he had painstakingly crafted.

The Monkey King, whose injuries were difficult to heal, stared ahead, now only wanting to return to the Spirit Spring as soon as possible to make further plans.

Ever since it led a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people away from the red-leaf banyan tree and discovered the spirit spring, the monkey king has felt a deep fear.

Because the Spirit Spring was built by some kind of power, and traces of magic power are everywhere, it is obviously the lair of some unknown powerful being.

But with its last members about to die in the swamp, it had no choice but to bring them to settle here.

The clear blue spring water illuminated its weary face, but it failed to ignite the light in its eyes.

This is land owned by someone.

Every day living near the spring, the red-faced monkey king was filled with an unknown fear, and would sometimes suddenly get up in the middle of the night and stare at the entrance of the spring.

Perhaps at some point, the owner of the spring will quietly return here and kill them.

We must find another way out as soon as possible.

So the Monkey King used a piece of dead wood to make a simple wooden tube, carrying the spiritual water that purified the poisonous barrier, and explored the surrounding area with the spring as the center to find a new sanctuary.

After several dozen days of effort, the Monkey King was almost in despair, looking at the spiritual water he had brought and gazing at the invisible, insurmountable boundary of activity ahead.

Finally, it found its last hope: a gloomy old willow tree.

The white python shattered its last hope, destroyed its weapons, and rendered it too afraid to even fight, leaving it no choice but to flee in panic.

That orange light unconsciously reminded it of something.

Just as the Monkey King was momentarily distracted, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out beside him.

The Monkey King's eyes widened suddenly, his right claw gleaming with orange-yellow light, but he watched helplessly as a thin, dark green line flashed by, and then his right claw was severed at the root and flew away.

In that instant, the Monkey King instinctively curled his body into a ball and rolled forward like a ball, his fur shimmering with spiritual light, as if he were wearing a magic robe.

laugh!

A sudden, sharp pain shot through his back, but the Monkey King ignored it and instinctively rushed toward the spiritual spring at an even faster pace, leaving behind a trail of spilled blood.

The demonic tree emerged from the poisonous barrier, its massive roots twisting and turning in the mud, propelling its enormous body as it chased after its prey.

A nimble branch twirled in mid-air, then suddenly swung.

A brown baboon bone skin flew out like a kite, skimming diagonally before finally landing on the swamp.

Unbeknownst to them, the monkey king's eyes were bloodshot, and its back was almost completely split open by a dark green leaf. Its last shred of will sustained it as it rose and fell.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air reached its ears, but the Monkey King couldn't care less about anything else. It only felt its body losing temperature, and the twilight glow that had been radiating heat from its body was gradually dissipating.

Just like the setting sun.

Outside, it was still daytime, but inside, the world had silently entered a deep, still night.

And so, the Monkey King, his mind still hazy, miraculously escaped all the way back to the area of ​​the Spirit Spring. Just as the hillside was right in front of him, the Monkey King suddenly shuddered.

It suddenly came to its senses, its face grim. The terrifying monster was still chasing after it. Wouldn't this mean the extinction of its entire race?

Snapped!

Just as it was momentarily stunned, a whip-like shadow suddenly appeared behind it, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, causing a large area of ​​poisonous mist to disperse.

The Monkey King felt as if he had suddenly flown into the air, his internal organs shattering like falling clods of earth, and he crashed headfirst into the entrance of the Spirit Spring Cave with a bang.

With its vision blurring, the monkey king had half its body inside. As it lay dying, it looked up and saw a scene that filled it with utter despair.

There were no more of its kind here, only a huge black-scaled crocodile, which opened its brownish-yellow eyes and looked at it.

Li Yi was startled awake from its deep sleep. It had just devoured all the monkeys here and was using the spiritual spring to suppress its injuries, having no time to pay attention to the outside world.

The moment Li Yi saw the Monkey King, he sensed something was wrong through the swampy mud, so he remained motionless.

The demon tree is right outside!

The Monkey King convulsed suddenly, then crawled into the cave with all his might. Suddenly, he regained his senses and leaped up, half of his body falling into the spiritual spring.

Finished!

Li Yi's pupils dilated violently in an instant, and he only had time to open his mouth and spit out two poison bullets towards the spiritual spring before turning around and burrowing into the mud beneath him.

The black venom exploded in the azure spiritual water, like ink dripping into water, instantly staining most of the spiritual spring black.

Using his powerful body, Li Yi recklessly burrowed into the mud that had been reinforced by the white python, quickly squeezing in half his body.

Just as it sensed the soft mud, a huge commotion came from behind it.

Using dozens of branches, the demon tree forcefully tore open a section of the inner wall of the Spirit Spring Cave, causing it to shatter.

The blue-black spiritual water was exposed, instantly freezing the demon tree in place for a moment.

The next moment, it suddenly shot out several branches, which flew through the air and headed towards a large tail covered with black scales deep in the cave.

But it was all a moment too late.

Li Yi's tail swayed violently, and he quickly disappeared into a dark cave, leaving no trace.

A branch pierced the already dead red-faced monkey king, and the demon tree tossed its corpse around in mid-air. Before long, the monkey king was reduced to nothing but bones and skin, which drifted loosely down to the ground.

The demonic tree had already arrived at the source of the spiritual spring and was slowly taking root there. Its thick, flexible roots twisted and turned hatefully, piercing into the swampy ground...