There had been little change inside, apart from the strong smell of rats constantly wafting over from all around.
Yang Yi pretended not to notice and headed toward the third floor with the robots.
He knew the route well and soon reached the exit from the third-floor stairwell.
The rat smell was stronger here, suggesting there might be a trap set by the House Mice up ahead.
Yang Yi readied his weapons and slowed his pace. By the time he stepped into the corridor, his body had grown to over three meters tall as he shifted into Werewolf Form.
The corridor ceiling was low, only a little over three meters high.
But a Werewolf could move on all fours anyway, so this space was not particularly cramped for one.
Yang Yi scanned both directions with his wolf eyes but found no sign of rats. These House Mice had done an excellent job of keeping up appearances.
If they could also suppress their stench and stop breathing, they really might have managed to ambush Yang Yi.
He removed his eyepatch and walked toward the elevator shaft opening.
Just as he arrived, a giant fist shot out of the shaft and slammed toward him at considerable speed.
With Three Eyes, Yang Yi clearly saw the enormous fist. It was larger than his head and covered in sparse black hair.
Beneath the black hair, the skin had split open, exposing powerful muscles underneath, but little blood flowed out.
"Limb Enhancement?"
Yang Yi found it strangely familiar and recognized what was going on at a glance.
Then the punch struck him, sending him flying backward into the metal wall behind him.
The arms he had raised to block tingled slightly. The strength behind that punch was probably 17, or even 18!
Yang Yi had