Mosquitoes counted many natural enemies as they were prey for a good number of life forms, but Lu Yun wasn’t able to produce any of their predators on such short notice like this.

Mosquitoes hated the cold—this was common knowledge back on Earth. No matter how large they grew, they couldn’t change this natural inclination about them. There was no cold air at all on the skull island, which made it a perfect match for an optimal mosquito living environment.

“So mosquitoes are afraid of the cold,” Ying Luo murmured. “But what if they aren’t?”

She didn’t have much confidence in Lu Yun’s proposal.

“Erm…” Lu Yun rubbed his nose. He didn’t know how to explain...