The Rat King's gaze turned desperate and crazed.
"Human, even if I die here today, I will drag you down to be buried with my entire clan!"
Drops of blood suddenly seeped from the roots of the Rat King's upright fur.
A terrifying aura spread from its body alongside wisps of blood energy.
Its movements instantly became more than twice as fast. With a twist of its waist, it barely evaded the Steel Corpse's incoming claws, then spun around and shot out one claw like lightning, viciously raking the Steel Corpse's side.
Crack—
The Steel Corpse was sent flying sideways, with two of its ribs shattered.
"Could this be... some method similar to a 'Blood-Burning Secret Art'?"
Kurong raised a brow slightly, and the mockery on his face faded somewhat.
He had originally only intended to hold off the three rat demons for the moment, but he had not expected the Rat King to suddenly stake its life on this.
Yet Kurong showed no fear. Instead, a cold smile curled across his lips.
"You want to drag me down with you? You, a beast that burrows holes, think you deserve that?"
Without any visible movement from Kurong, the hundred-zhang corpse coffin suddenly shot forth. Yet it did not strike at the Rat King, but instead slammed toward the early eighth-rank rat demon Song Wen had been holding back.
Clearly, Kurong intended to eliminate the two weaker eighth-rank rat demons first before dealing with the Rat King.
The Rat King wanted to offer aid, but the Steel Corpse, fearless of death, had just steadied itself and charged at it once more, tangling it up.
When the early eighth-rank rat demon saw the corpse coffin wreathed in blood energy soaring toward the heavens tear through the air, its soul nearly fled in