Sky Curtain: The upright ape and Uncle Crocodile have been exposed.

Lin Xia did not share Commander Hua's concerns.

He wasn't worried about Grandpa Crocodile at all.

However, he tilted his head and muttered something under his breath.

"I wonder how Grandpa Crocodile is doing now?"

"Will the screen provide any visuals?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen switched, no longer showing Grandpa Crocodile, but instead focusing on two other groups of predators.

The Dilophosaurus herd of the US Navy met the Maniraptor herd of the French Navy on an open riverbank.

They all targeted the same corpse.

The carcass of a juvenile sauropod dinosaur is enough to feed an entire population for several days.

Dilophosaurus herd.

Seven.

The largest one stood directly in front of the corpse, its crescent-shaped bone crowns gleaming coldly in the sunlight, its nostrils flaring as it emitted a low, threatening growl.

They had thick bodies, strong necks, and top-tier bite force in the Early Jurassic period; each one was like a small tank.

Hand thief dragon group.

Nine.

They are slender with long limbs, and some individuals have already grown primitive feathers. Their claws are as sharp as sickles.

They are agile, nimble, and can leap, allowing them to launch surprise attacks from the side.

Everything depends on skill.

The standoff lasted for several minutes.

The maniraptor made the first move.

Two raptors circled around from both sides, attempting to get behind the Dilophosaurus to tear at the carcass.

Their movements were as fast as lightning, their claws leaving two streaks of silver in the air.

But Dilophosaurus reacted even faster.

The largest Dilophosaurus suddenly turned around, its head swinging in an arc, and its massive jaws precisely bit into one of them.

Click.

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. Before the hand-raptor could even scream, its body was flung away, twitched twice on the ground, and then lay still.

The other hand, the raptor, was frightened and jumped away with a scream.

But the war had already begun.

The Dilophosaurus herd launched an overwhelming attack.

Their tactics are simple and brutal.

Rush forward, bite, shake off, and rush forward again.

No skill or detour is needed; strength is everything.

The maniraptor tried to maneuver around, pouncing on the Dilophosaurus's back from behind, its claws digging deep into the flesh, leaving trails of blood.

But Dilophosaurus's skin was too thick and its muscles too tough.

These wounds are like needles pricking cowhide; they hurt, but are far from fatal.

Every counterattack by a Dilophosaurus could result in a fatal bite.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

On the riverbank, the corpse of the handrapter was scattered all over the ground, covered in blood.

The remaining five Armored Raptors finally collapsed.

They let out sharp, mournful cries and fled without looking back into the depths of the distant fern thicket, never to return.

Dilophosaurus did not pursue.

They turned around, lowered their heads, and began to enjoy their spoils.

The sauropod carcass, plus four fresh maniraptors.

This moment almost cemented Dilophosaurus's status.

A few days later, the Dilophosaurus had visibly grown larger.

The leader of the Dilophosaurus had more muscular body, a more rugged jawline, and a more dangerous glint in its eyes.

It is evolving.

Steadily advance in the direction that made the entire Cretaceous period tremble.

Global Joint Command Center.

The high-ranking officials in the U.S. military region couldn't sit still any longer; they grinned from ear to ear, their smugness impossible to hide.

"Hahaha, that's what you call a dimensional reduction attack! Maniraptor's fancy moves are nothing but easy prey in front of us Dilophosaurus!"

"Eat more, grow up quickly, and when you evolve into a Tyrannosaurus Rex, let's see who dares to stand against us!"

"That history professor from France is probably checking his books right now, isn't he? It's a pity he'll never be able to turn the page on dinosaurs."

The laughter was loud and shrill, echoing several times in the command center lobby.

The Gallic region was eerily silent.

Jean Dupont's face was as white as paper as he stared at the feathers scattered on the riverbank on the screen, unable to utter a single word.

Dragon Kingdom District.

The cheers of the eagles and the bears still echoed in the hall, wave after wave, like a dull knife cutting flesh.

Commander Hua sat in his chair, outwardly calm, but his temples throbbed.

The white-bearded scientist lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously rubbing an unlit cigarette until the tobacco shreds scattered.

They are all evolving.

Dilophosaurus ate Maniraptor, and its size visibly increased.

The whale dragon took over that fern forest and grew stronger day by day.

Even those that lost and were driven away, such as Tesourae and Maniraptor, although not so quickly.

But the population is slowly recovering, and their size is gradually increasing.

And what about their original crocodile?

After disappearing into the deep water, the sky screen never provided a complete view again.

In the occasional glimpses of distant scenery, all you can see are a dozen or so small, grayish creatures floating on the water like dead logs.

It was completely still; if you didn't look closely, you'd think it was a pile of mud.

A dozen or so.

There were over twenty at the start, but now only a dozen or so remain.

The senior officials in the Dragon Kingdom region are on the verge of losing their composure.

After all, the other countries were no pushovers; their first act upon rising up was to attack the weakest of the animals, the proto-crocodiles…

Just then, the image on the screen suddenly changed.

They targeted the skeletal dragon herd.

They were scattered in twos and threes at the edge of a low-lying area, their heads huddled together, their mouths opening and closing as they chewed something.

The sky screen provided a close-up.

However, the camera angle was tricky, and only the mouth and teeth of the skeletal dragon could be seen.

And those dark, pasty, indistinguishable things around their mouths.

Can't see clearly.

I don't know what they're eating.

The white-bearded scientist's fingers stopped.

Commander Hua leaned forward slightly by one centimeter.

A senior executive standing nearby instinctively held his breath.

A terrible thought simultaneously welled up in their minds—

What if... those things are the original crocodiles?

What if the skeletal dragon didn't leave at all, but instead circled around to the other side of the water system and trapped the protocrocodile in some shallow water area?

What if even the remaining dozen or so... can't be saved?

The higher-ups stared intently at the screen, a single thought churning within them, a feeling as insignificant as a candle flame in the wind…

No.

Don't.

Commander Hua's gaze shifted from the image of the ridge-backed dragons and, as if possessed, glanced at Lin Xia.

The young man was sitting with his legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds with a loud cracking sound, his eyes half-closed, and a faint, indescribable smile on his lips.

Commander Hua: ...

He took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming sense of powerlessness in his heart.

How heartless!

We're so worried we're almost crying, and you're just enjoying the show?

Lin Xia, of course, had no idea what Commander Hua was thinking.

He was replaying the battle scene in his mind.

Dilophosaurus herds were indeed fierce.

That bite force, that physique, that crushing fighting style.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a being capable of evolving into a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

It's such a pity...

Lin Xia sighed silently to herself and cracked open a sunflower seed.

Your Tyrannosaurus Rex uncle put all his points into attack power.

With its attack power maxed out, it's truly imposing and domineering.

and then?

If a meteorite comes, you'll be the first one to perish.

But your grandfather, Yuan Crocodile, is different.

Your original crocodile grandfather allocated all his points to survival: