Chapitre 1387: Not Good, Master Has Been Taken

At the same time, more people surged toward Splinter, and countless arms stretched out to grab him and his weapon.

Out of the corner of his eye, the two "people" whose arms had been cut off and the two whose heads had caved in from the sheath lunged forward as well. Their movements weren't slow at all, as if they had never been injured.

These monsters weren't wearing any clothes. Their sinewy muscles bulged, and they were skinny.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and their hands and feet had claws with which they could easily latch on and run along the sewer walls.

Splinter darted around and found opportunities to attack the dense crowd of "skinny" monsters.

The sound of flesh being cut and bones being broken rang out, but the rat's face turned uglier and uglier.

Just now, he had finally slashed a monster in the neck.

Because of the other monsters, he wasn't able to go all out, and only cut halfway through the neck.