Only the cat leader looked down on the mouse in front of him.
Even before finishing killing a single rat, it would casually flick the blood off its paws.
This scene drove the other mutated rats even more insane.
The mutated rat king always commanded from the center, and the mutated rats seemed to be endless in number.
Before the war started, most of the street's colors had actually been covered by black.
Even at the very front, where the situation was one-sided, the remaining rats showed no fear, obeying the Rat King's orders and charging fearlessly.
Even the roof of Xu Xing's car had become a battlefield, with the blood of various mutated beasts sprayed all over the pickup truck.
It was even more tragic than driving slowly and crashing into zombies everywhere.
The raw, primal battle between the two sides thrilled Xu Xing and Ye Kai, while Su Xixi felt a pang of pity.
The dog even secretly swallowed, its inner thought undoubtedly being, "I want to go up there too, I want to have a feast too."
As time went on, although the cats still held the initiative, some of them were showing signs of exhaustion and were being slaughtered by more mutated rats if they weren't careful.
If things continue like this, these mutated cats will eventually be overwhelmed and killed by an even greater number of mutated rats.
A large number of mutated rats have gradually formed an encirclement, but the price they are paying for this is enormous.
Countless mutated rat corpses of varying shapes lay on the street, the stench of blood permeating the entire area.
Even the people sitting inside the car could smell the blood, and to prevent their vision from being obscured by the blood mist.
Xu Xing also turned on the windshield wipers inside the pickup truck, washing away the bits of flesh on the windshield.
The cat charging at the forefront was also feeling its stamina noticeably decreasing; even the speed at which it swung its claws had slowed considerably. But even so, it had to continue fighting.
Cats and mice are natural enemies; once they meet, it's either you or me. Faced with this kind of hatred between species, not a single mutated beast chose to run away.
The intensity of the battle escalated again, and the besieged mutated cats began to suffer heavy losses, with the remaining ones barely holding on.
The only saving grace is that the mutated rats have run out of steam, since there is always a limit to their numbers. Those that were originally at the forefront have long since become stepping stones.
The Rat King in the middle saw that his subordinates were almost all gone, and he was starting to get restless.
Even with his dull mind, he knew he couldn't possibly defeat the big cat on the other side, which is why he sent all his subordinates over there to wear them down.
Seeing that the time was ripe, the Rat King let out a loud shout, and the two large incisors in his mouth quickly grew longer, even reaching more than 10 centimeters.
He leaped up, stepping on the heads of his henchmen on either side, intending to deliver a fatal blow to the besieged big cat.
The big cat had no idea that the mutated rat king would only launch an attack at this moment; the previous slaughter had already exhausted its strength.
However, it also has a trump card up its sleeve, which is designed to deal with emergencies and launch a surprise attack.
The big cat suddenly erupted, sweeping away the surroundings with a few swipes of its paws, and a human-like smile appeared on the corner of its mouth.
The mutated rat king that attacked instantly sensed something was wrong, and its already not very bright head began to throb with pain.
It felt as if a thousand steel needles were piercing through me. I instinctively covered my head and struggled to fall from the sky.
After all these actions, the big cat was so tired that it could barely lift its feet, but it still struggled to rush toward the Rat King.
While releasing his awakened supernatural spiritual power, he poured all his strength into the mutated rat king.
The poor mutant rat king, he didn't even get to look cool for two seconds before he kicked the bucket. He thought he was the protagonist, but he turned out to be just a clown.
The pink and white cat, exhausted, fainted, and its body rapidly shrank back to its original adorable form.
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