The short spear was a throwing weapon he had obtained from the Gacha not long ago. It was Treasured quality and packed considerable power.
The throw struck the humanoid creature squarely, pinning it to the wall at the corner.
But it did not die. It kept struggling, letting out shrill squeaks at a frequency high enough to make their eardrums ache.
At the same time, rustling came from the surrounding walls and the overhead ventilation ducts, both ahead and behind. They were surrounded by rats.
"That thing is full of rats. A whole bunch spilled out!
"And it woke up all the rats inside the walls. There are loads of them!"
Using Three Eyes, Yang Yi could see it clearly.
Black Fog wrapped around the person, whose belly was distended. He could ignore the darkness's erosion and walk through the Black Fog.
Meanwhile, large numbers of rats of all sizes poured out of his body. There were a dozen or so large ones and countless small ones.
Yang Yi could easily deal with that many rats.
But with the rats crawling out of the damaged ventilation ducts above and the louder commotion farther away, this was a serious problem!
The rats moved very fast, especially the large ones, which used their size to roll toward them like balls.
Without hesitating, Yang Yi took out three Molotov Cocktails made with grease, lit them, and threw them over, creating a large burning area.
"Fall back first. There are too many!" he told Su Na.
"But there are some behind us too."
Su Na looked behind them, in the direction they had come from.
Large numbers of rats emerged from the ventilation ducts along the corridor ceiling. Though there were fewer than up ahead, the rats emerging from all the openings still numbered