The scale of this event was truly unprecedented. The entire Yaoling Mountain Range trembled. The sheer horror of the rat tide was enough to make one feel as though the world was ending, and the fear of death gripped the heart of every Demon.
In human history, there had been many great rat plagues, but compared to this rat tide, they were nothing more than a drizzle—not even worth mentioning.
Tu Xiao'an noticed the auras of no fewer than a dozen Rank Three Demon Spirits within the rat tide. One had to admit, the Rat Race was powerful.
The number of Demon Spirits alone was far beyond what most other races could muster, to say nothing of the sheer, overwhelming size of the entire clan.
A single glance would be enough to make someone with trypophobia foam at the mouth. They were truly advancing like an overwhelming tide.
"Master, what are we going to do?"
