Yue Qianchou had already sensed that he had stirred up trouble. These beasts were very likely about to attack him. The pairs of snow-white fangs, like steel nails, beginning to show on those rat-like faces explained everything—they had revealed their savage ferocity.
Sure enough, as the piercing shrieks intensified, one bat slicing through the air suddenly changed direction and shot toward Yue Qianchou like lightning, baring its fangs as it bit for his neck.
"Beast, courting death!" Yue Qianchou roared, his five claws sheathed in violet light snatching out. The blood bat charging straight at him fell into his grasp without even making a sound, instantly turning to flying ash and vanishing.
As soon as the blood bat leading the attack died, the countless blood bats whirling through the sky immediately began chittering and stirring restlessly. Before long, all of them halted in midair. The washbasin-sized bats beat their wings as they hovered, densely gathered together, glaring greedily at Yue Qianchou beneath the night sky. Their pairs of eyes were like cold stars scattered across the night, emitting specks of eerie light that seemed capable of shining straight into a person's very lungs and entrails.
Yue Qianchou froze slightly, then immediately realized there was something strange about these creatures' eyes. By the time he reacted, it was already too late. His vision blurred, and his consciousness seemed to fall into a maze formed from those specks of starlight, crashing east and west without finding a way out, trapped so deeply within it that he could not pull himself free.
He could neither control his body nor contact Utopia, and cold sweat instantly drenched his back. He had weathered so many raging storms and towering waves without incident; if he died at the hands of these beasts, it would be far