Taking the herds and flocks, Jiang Hao fled more than a hundred miles in one breath, escaping the forested region and reaching the central hilly grasslands of New South Wales. He remembered that the map had marked a small lake here, only a dozen or so mu in size, but it was a rare natural water source in the area.
But when Jiang Hao arrived, he discovered that the lake, once more than a dozen mu in size, had been reduced to nothing but a mud pit.
Australia already had an arid climate, with much of its central region consisting of Gobi and desert. Coupled with several consecutive months of scorching drought, the small lake had gradually dried up. The crocodiles in it had their backs exposed as they thrashed endlessly in the mud pit.
Large numbers of animals surrounded the pond, but with the crocodiles gathered there, none dared go down. The scene was just like the watering holes on the African savanna during the dry season in nature documentaries.
Animals could go days without food, and most of those here were herbivores that could chew on the surrounding grass and vegetation. But if they went several days without water, every one of them would die of thirst. That was a terrifying prospect.
The little water remaining now was probably not enough to give every animal and bird he had rescued even a single mouthful.
He had worked so hard to bring them here. How could he just stand by and watch them die of thirst? Since he had decided to save them, he had to see it through. Jiang Hao looked at the pond, searching his mind for a solution.
Then something occurred to him.
He used the Earth Evasion Technique and shot into the ground. After descending