In front of Gary Smith, a big, black and red sphere, about the size of a person, was floating. It emitted a complex smell, similar to that of rotting body fats after death, laced with the smell of blood. It was nauseating!
Even though most of the rat swarm was dead, the black oil contained within them didn't die as quickly as regular parasites would upon losing their host. Instead, it was still squirming, desperately wishing to escape its confinement, but was severely suppressed by the surrounding space!
"Its vitality is far more horrific than that of a cockroach. But luckily, it cannot corrode the space…" murmured Gary Smith, feeling quite shocked at its peculiar characteristics.
At that moment, Mousie also brought its Soul Cloud close to the black oil, recalling how the rat demons looked before and said smugly:
"These rats are so ugly, they don't have even one ten-thousandth of my beauty!"
Well, It indeed is the cutest… hamster in the world!