Watching the ceaselessly shifting water, Ling Mo's expression on his face grew increasingly complex.
Dozens of seconds passed...
A minute went by...
Yet, the corpse of the Mutant Panda along with the Mutant Python never surfaced.
It was clear what that Mutant Panda had been intending to do—it definitely tried to glide over the water and reach Lake Heart Island directly over a span of several meters.
Regrettably, reality dealt a heavy blow to its aspirations—due to its weight, it plummeted from mid-air.
But even if it got smashed into the lakebed in one fell swoop, it should have surfaced quickly...
"Could it be… that the panda can hold its breath?"
Ling Mo furrowed his brow and cautiously walked from the center of Lake Heart Island toward the shore, looking into the artificial lake.
Although the water's surface gradually calmed down, there seemed to be a dangerous situation brewing in the green waters.
