Lin Ye ignored the bitter tone in Yu Ming's mouth.
It was fine as long as he obtained the answer he wanted.
As for whether these mutants would be slapped onto the beach by the beasts, that was not something Lin Ye needed to consider.
"How long do you think it can last? If it's big enough?"
Yu Ming, the old man, composed himself. He looked at the ice ball created by the Mysterious Ice Turtle and felt the bone-piercing coldness that even a Level 7 ice-type mutant like him could not shrug off. He gave a rather conservative estimate.
"If we fill that crack, it will take at least two to three days."
"If we can get that ice block bigger, with this beast's ice ability, it's not impossible to get it for ten days to half a month."
"However, the premise is that you're not affected by the red smoke."
"Otherwise, there might be some deviations."
When Lin Ye heard this, he nodded.
"Then I'll have to trouble everyone next."
