Upon arriving at this place, Xu Xing immediately noticed something was wrong. The neighborhood was inexplicably quiet, with no signs of human activity or even zombie activity.
He released his mental energy and carefully explored the direction indicated by Bai Ling.
The buildings along the street seemed ordinary, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were far more complex than they appeared, with the building materials being much stronger than imagined.
"Now this should be more like a strategic grain reserve," Xu Xing murmured to himself, his mood gradually brightening.
Bai Ling continued to sniff the air, when suddenly her hair stood on end, and she screamed, pointing to a circular building directly in front of her.
Before she could explain in detail, a dense chattering sound suddenly spread from all around, then converged and grew louder.
It seemed as if it would shatter people's eardrums.
"Get ready for battle!" Xu Xing roared, using his telekinetic power to precisely deliver the vibrations to everyone's eardrums.
Along with the sound came wave after wave of yellowish-brown "tides".
Upon closer inspection, it was clear that this was not a tide at all, but rather countless mutated rats, jostling and pushing each other as they rushed towards them.
It's clear that they aren't very big; in fact, they're much smaller than the group of rats Xu Xing first encountered.
Most of the mutated rats in the army are only about two or three times larger than ordinary rats.
However, their numbers and quality far exceeded those of the mutated rats; their dark gray claws even left scratches on the asphalt road.
boom!!
A tremendous sound echoed all around.
It turned out that Zhao Jie had already launched an attack before the mutated rats could rush up.
A sea of fire fiercely surrounded everyone, but those inside felt no burning sensation. The mutated rats closest to the fire, on the other hand, had their fur rapidly charring and emitted heart-wrenching screams.
Compared to the zombies that are slowly becoming smarter, or the huge mutated beasts, this large number of mutated rats does indeed seem much cuter.
At least, judging from their appearance, even an ordinary person with a machete could probably kill quite a few of them.
Next, a scene that made everyone's eyelids twitch appeared. These mutated rats, even while enduring the high temperature and screaming, did not retreat an inch. You should know that Zhao Jie had successfully advanced to level four a few days ago, and the temperature of the flames alone could reach a terrifying two thousand degrees.
They even charged forward relentlessly, braving the flames, and some of the mutated rats at the forefront were burned to ashes, never to be seen again.
The group at the very front actually managed to completely consume the flames released by Zhao Jie.
What angered the superhumans present was that no crystal cores were found among the remains left behind by the mutated rats.
This means that they haven't advanced to the next level yet, so killing them is pointless. The only way to salvage their value is to collect the meat and feed it to the carnivorous mutant beasts in the future.
The number of mutated rats appearing all around continued to increase, and some of them began to be larger, with their fur appearing even shinier.
Xu Xing twitched his eyelids, calmly giving the order: "Stand back to your comrades and keep them at bay. I don't believe these things can go on forever."
In fact, the more rats there were, the more distressed Xu Xing felt.
After all, energy doesn't come out of thin air. If so many rats need to be raised, it must consume a lot of energy. The most likely explanation is that these rats have occupied the strategic food reserve for quite some time.
Xu Xing wondered how much of the grain was left, hoping that some could still be preserved. He sighed silently, his gaze towards the rats turning disgusted once more.
If at this moment, someone were to look down from a high altitude.
You'll find that the rat colony is like a vast ocean, while the group of humans at the very center is like an unyielding island, constantly receiving the impact of the waves.
"Rip!" Ye Kai smashed a mutated rat the size of a wild dog to pieces with one palm, wiped it away with disgust, and said with a helpless sigh, noticing the trace of blood splattered at the corner of his mouth:
"How come there are so many of these things? And I feel like the more I kill them, the stronger and more numerous they become. Where is the leader of this group of rats? Why are only some of them being minions?"
Xu Xing gently held the throwing knife, which had pierced through dozens of mutated beasts and was now somewhat dull, in his hand. He wiped the blood off it with a tissue and casually tossed it into his spatial storage, saying:
"This mutated rat king is very clever. It seems to have sensed our threat to it and is afraid to come out, hoping that these mutated beasts will wear us down here."
It has to be said, this is an open conspiracy.
With these mutated rats providing cover, it's impossible to pinpoint the location of the mutated rat king. Now, all we can do is determine the exact number of these mutated rats.
During their conversation, the mutated cats that Bai Ling had persuaded also began to join the battle.
The mutated cat, who has been outwitting and outmaneuvering rats in this place for a long time, knows their weaknesses well and kills them with every move.
Wandering above the army of mutated rats, they relieved a huge amount of pressure on the villa area.
It could even gradually change the overall situation.
As expected of natural enemies, cats are the best at dealing with mice, and their greater role lies in their psychological deterrence.
Previously, the group of mutated rats, who were fearless and even dared to wade through seas of fire, became timid and even trembled with fear after encountering the mutated cat.
This tense battle lasted for more than half an hour. Just as Xu Xing was doubting himself and wondering if he had used the wrong strategy, he suddenly sensed something unusual.
It smelled strongly of gasoline.
At this moment on the front line, the battle situation suddenly changed. There were even larger rats, all of which were level two mutated beasts or above.
There were over a hundred of them, carrying a huge steel plate, somewhat like the top cover of a barn, as they walked out, trembling and swaying.
On the lid lay a fat, large-eared creature, extremely obese, about the size of a mature elephant, except that its belly made up ninety percent of its body.
Completely oblivious, he watched the little rats at the front die one by one, preoccupied only with the oil drum in his arms.
That's right, it's an oil drum. Every now and then, he would pick up the oil drum, drink the gasoline inside, and then show a blissful expression.
There were also many strangely shaped, tall rats scattered around it.
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