If it had been an ordinary Martial Artist.
Faced with hundreds of thousands of rats attacking with everything they had, even a War God-level Martial Artist might have fallen.
Only a powerful enough Spiritual Telekinetic could instantly use Object Manipulation to rise high into the air and perhaps escape with their life.
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A weaker Spiritual Telekinetic would be in just as much danger if the frenzied Rat Tide trapped them and they couldn't get airborne quickly.
The dark teal rats, whose strength had reached the high Warlord Level, were exceptionally good jumpers.
They could leap dozens of meters into the air in an instant.
Combined with their bodies, each over a meter long, their sharp claws and fangs could pierce ordinary armor.
Most importantly,
there wasn't just one rat like this. There was a whole swarm!
A swarm of rats capable of threatening a newly advanced War God-level Martial Artist
was nothing more than an appetizer to Teng Qingshan.
He had only risen thirty meters into the air because he wanted to gauge the strength of these Warlord-level rats.
Every rat that leaped at him was met by a streak of flame.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Twenty streaks of flame flashed again and again.
Before long,
Teng Qingshan had killed all five hundred or so fearless cyan mutant rats.
However, he wanted to keep their corpses intact so their materials could be put to the best possible use.
So each rat died with its skull pierced by a streak of light, preserving its hide as much as possible.
These Warlord-level rats were valuable research specimens, and their pelts made armor with strong defensive properties.
In the early days of the Great Nirvana, every Warlord-level Monster was precious.
On the walls of Southwest Base City,
Chief Zhang Wei