Whatever means the girl had used, she merely blinked at the swarm, and the charging rats froze on the spot, only to be torn apart by the foxes right behind them.
The boy held a handful of silver needles in each hand. With a flick, he sent them flying, precisely piercing the heads of several rats.
Still, a grown man playing with silver needles looked more than a little strange. He wasn't Dongfang Bubai, yet here he was using embroidery needles.
Wei Yu and his two companions charged ahead at tremendous speed, their target clear...
The Ancestral Hall in the center of Mo Family Village-the rat king's lair.
Yang Yong, Wang Ying, and Zheng Xiaofeng exchanged glances. They could no longer slack off, so they immediately followed.
Wang Ying's butcher knife flashed coldly as she swung, cleaving the rat blocking her path in two and splattering blood all over her.
Her expression never changed. She didn't even blink.
Yang Yong's Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors danced in his hand, sending out streaks of gold and yellow light that shredded the charging rats.
Zheng Xiaofeng guarded the front of the pair, his iron armor incredibly sturdy.
When rats that slipped through pounced at him, he punched them into pulp before they could even squeal.
The three followed Wei Yu's group, pushing deeper into Mo Family Village.
They were just about to reach the Ancestral Hall.
Suddenly.
A piercing screech came from the direction of the Ancestral Hall.
Immediately afterward, a huge swarm of rats poured out of the buildings around it.
This time, they were Flying Squirrels capable of gliding.
Atop the buildings in Mo Family Village, countless Flying Squirrels lined up and leaped down one after another, spreading the membranes between their limbs.
In an instant.
The entire sky was