Shen Yuntian couldn't help but be astonished, given this was the first time he had seen such a rapid acting medicine.
Dealing with rats was tough, let alone a massive swarm of them.
As time ticked away, their physical strength gradually waned and they were unable to sustain the high-intensity slaughter they had initiated.
But the mice seemed bewitched, charging at them one after another, paying no mind to their own species already piled up like a mountain of corpses. They did not slow down in the slightest.
Having been unconscious for quite a few days and galloping all day today, Shen Wenchen was already somewhat panting. His forehead was covered in sweat droplets the size of soybeans, his already thin face even more pale.
His body was about to give out.
The rats seemed to sense his weakness. They changed their direction en masse and rushed towards him. Like a dark wave, they leapt high, intending to swallow him whole.
"Back up!"