Outside the formation, Song Wen watched the two rats fight in blood-soaked desperation without regard for their lives, and could not help feeling somewhat stunned.
Would the two rats truly throw away their lives for the Crimson-Scaled King?
Before the Crimson-Scaled King had appeared, what the two rats had thought of was how to avenge their clan's blood-deep hatred and how to breed anew and revive the Rat Race.
Yet now, they seemed to have forgotten the sea of blood and deep enmity they bore, forgotten the great duty of reviving their race. Their eyes held only the Crimson-Scaled King.
Song Wen could not help recalling the first rat demon he had encountered—the sixth-order rat demon that had humiliated White Tiger—as well as the eighth-order rat demon afterward. Even when facing mortal danger, they had refused to reveal any information about the other nearby demon clans.
Thinking of it now, they had likely been keeping secrets for the Willow Snake Clan.
So...
It was not that the Rat King and Towering Rat were obsessed with the Crimson-Scaled King. Rather, the entire Rat Race had been bowing and scraping to curry favor with the Willow Serpent Clan?
But why would the Rat Race do such a thing?
Could it be...
Was this what it meant for snakes and rats to nest in the same den?
In order not to disgrace the name "Burrowing Rat," the Rat Race did not hesitate to pay the price of their entire clan?
Song Wen could not understand the Demon Race's way of thinking, yet he had to admit that the Rat King and Towering Rat's fearlessness in the face of death had not only bought the Crimson-Scaled King sufficient time, but also won themselves a sliver of survival.
The scales on the Crimson-Scaled King's tail