From Swamp Dog to Crocodile Ancestor

The scout baboon waved excitedly to its companions, its mouth still tightly shut, but the excitement on its face was clearly visible.

Several baboons came here, each picking a large pile of fruit and taking as much as they could, resulting in a bountiful harvest.

Not long after they left the fruit bushes and headed towards the red-leaf banyan tree, the surrounding yellow mist suddenly became denser.

The baboons' vision became increasingly weak, gradually decreasing from five or six zhang in front of them to three or four zhang, and then to two or three zhang.

The surrounding swampy poisonous barrier, like a giant yellow beast, silently enveloped them, slowly opening its maw, waiting for them to be devoured.

As the situation grew increasingly dangerous, the lead baboon's eyes flashed with an orange light, and it suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, a dark shadow seemed to flash by at an extremely fast speed.

The baboons raised their spears, the tips of which gleamed, and instead of changing direction, they moved forward little by little.

They had already tried, but found that no matter how they changed direction, it didn't work.

The surrounding yellow poisonous barrier followed me like a ghost, and apart from my vision getting weaker and weaker, nothing else changed.

The shadowy figure seemed to be just an illusion.

This is a fact that the lead baboon discovered after walking forward a distance.

However, an even more frightening fact is that the thick yellow fog surrounding them is already trending towards becoming so dense that you can't see your hand in front of your face.

Even the ability to determine direction is becoming increasingly blurred.

The baboons seemed to be watched by an unseen enemy. Although they moved forward calmly, their steps became more and more hurried, and their eyes showed increasing panic.

After advancing for a while, the surroundings became completely pitch black, with the yellow fog so thick that even the lead baboon could no longer assess the situation.

It walked at the very front, and before it knew it, the baboons behind it could no longer be seen. In this situation, they seemed to be gradually getting lost.

At one point, the lead baboon realized what was happening, turned around and looked around, and found that all its companions had disappeared. A sense of fear welled up in its heart.

When alone in this misty, pin-dropping place, this fear was amplified tenfold, a hundredfold.

Suddenly, the baboon sensed something, feeling movement ahead and a sharp pain in its temple.

Instantly, its eyes flashed with an orange light, but it still couldn't see what was in front of it, and could only subconsciously take a few steps back.

With a spear in hand, its tip gleaming with an orange light, ready to be thrown at any moment!

Time seems to pass more slowly under these circumstances.

With no companions catching up behind, the baboon trembled involuntarily and could only continue forward cautiously.

After some time, some movement appeared ahead again. This time, the fear in its heart was completely ignited. The only spear flew out of its hand, and a three-inch orange-yellow light blade extended from the end, piercing through the yellow mist ahead and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The baboon panicked for a moment, feeling weak all over. Surrounded by such a dense poisonous barrier, the red leaf in its mouth had been weakened, and it had been poisoned.

Several fruits fell onto the swamp. The baboon's fur shimmered with an orange, thread-like light. It suddenly increased its speed and darted off in a direction in terror, leaving a trail of afterimages in its wake.

Despite its ups and downs, it still couldn't escape the area. Then, at a certain moment, it leaped high into the air, leaving trails of light behind it.

Silence fell instantly as a massive black shadow burst forth from the swamp beneath them, precisely cutting off the baboon's path.

The baboon was in mid-air and had no time to retaliate. Its magical power had been almost completely depleted without it realizing it.

In its final moments of vision, it saw only a ferocious and imposing black shadow that dominated everything...

Li Yi fell back into the mud with a thud and slowly took a big bite.

The baboon, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, only revealed its two thick arms. As Li Yi bit down, the sound of bones cracking rang out, and both of its arms bounced together before completely releasing their grip.

A Blood Eater at the seventh level of Qi Refining is indeed extremely rare.

In a normal fight, Li Yi might have to expend a lot of effort to kill it, and it would also attract its companions.

But Li Yi has perfectly integrated his hunting methods into his ability to spew yellow mist, making him an even more terrifying hunter in the swamp.

A ghostly figure.

After taking a few bites, Li Yi swallowed the other party whole and sank completely into the mud. At the same time, the surrounding yellow mist gradually dissipated, returning to its previous state.

It cannot kill all the baboons, lest it alert them.

The best approach is to give them hope for survival, watch them grow, and then gradually eliminate their lucrative prey.

As the yellow fog dissipated, the remaining baboons gradually saw their surroundings, spotted their companions, and gathered together, their fear lessening slightly.

Then, they all saw a pile of fruit scattered in the swamp just five zhang away.

Further away, a spear, angled and driven into the swamp, was slowly sinking into it.

It's obvious that their leader is missing.

The remaining baboons looked on in fear, not daring to look around. They just wanted to get away from this place as quickly as possible and then disappeared without looking back.

Only when they saw the vibrant shadow of the red-leafed banyan tree did they breathe a sigh of relief and rush over with expressions of relief at surviving a disaster.

At dusk.

The orange glow of the sunset fell on the marshland, on the thousands of branches hanging down from the big willow tree, and on the delicate white scales of the white python.

The white python raised its head, wielding a small, natural yellow crystal sword, attempting to draw upon the twilight glow and cultivate itself through its breath.

However, the result was that this approach had very little effect.

The citrine sword is naturally extremely dense, allowing very little twilight to pass through. Apart from being a natural magical artifact, its effect on aiding cultivation is minimal.

Even so, this was all the white python could do.

Because the citrine had already been exhausted, and these were turbulent times with various incidents occurring frequently, even Li Yi dared not venture into the mine rashly, for fear of encountering the red-haired fox.

After all, it still contains something that seems to belong to the Flame Breath Fox Clan, which can be easily activated.

Feeling full, Li Yi returned to the big willow tree safely without encountering any danger.

After finishing its cultivation, the white python slowly swam into the tree hole, using water and willow sap to suppress the pain caused by the purple fragments in Li Yi.

The process becomes more difficult because the wound has already healed.

But Li Yi discovered that a bright, clear light had unknowingly appeared in the water flow controlled by the white python, crystal clear, flowing like... moonlight.

This gave Li Yi a cool and gentle sensation, similar to moonlight, which calmed his agitated injuries more quickly.