A primordial bloodline like the Golden-backed Crocodile Dragon, capable of gradually raising its cultivation to the Half-step Dao Realm, already possessed formidable intelligence.
This intelligence could be called intellect. It was absolutely comparable to that of an adult human, and through the bloodiest slaughter and predation, it had acquired no small measure of wisdom.
Otherwise, these five Golden-backed Crocodile Dragons would not have guarded this place so stubbornly, defending the Five Sprouts Pomegranate Fruit while waiting for it to ripen a second time.
Thus, when Ji Gongyue and Ji Yan threw down the blood food for the second time, the five Golden-backed Crocodile Dragons reacted with slight hesitation.
A trace of confusion appeared in their cold eyes, each larger than an ox's head.
Yet the delicious scent of the blood food made their drool stream down like rivulets in an instant.
More crucially, having guarded the Five Sprouts Pomegranate Fruit so fiercely, they had not eaten such delicious blood food in over a century.
The smallest Golden-backed Crocodile Dragon was the first to lose restraint. With a flick of its long tongue, it lashed out a lengthy whip of mud, wrapping it around the blood food Ji Yan had laced.
The moment the smallest Golden-backed Crocodile Dragon moved, it was like a signal. The other four immediately flung out their mud whips in a mad scramble.
When no one moved, no one moved.
But once one moved, all the others followed.
In almost an instant, the five demon tiger corpses, each weighing several thousand jin, were swept clean away by the five Golden-backed Crocodile Dragons like Wind Sweeping Clouds.
One of the Golden-backed Crocodile Dragons even used its mud whip to scoop up the beast blood on the ground and savor it again.
Ye Zhen, lurking deep within Mud Swamp