Seeing the surrounding rat swarms cautiously advancing in an organized pattern again, Lin Jin knew the injured Mouse King had to be nearby.
He drew the dagger at his waist, leaped off the roof of the vehicle, and moved in front of his comrades.
In the next instant, the mutant rats surged forward like a tidal wave.
Lin Jin gripped his dagger, using his ability to form a protective shield and cast it over his comrades behind him.
'As for me... there are too many of them. I have to conserve my ability.'
He couldn't tell if it was blood or sweat blurring his vision, or if his consciousness was simply fading. Just before the tide of rats overwhelmed him, Lin Jin felt his arms grow heavier and heavier.
After sweeping away several pouncing mutant rats with a roundhouse kick, he thought hazily, 'Getting eaten alive by tens of thousands of rats... what a damn pathetic way to die.'
