In the northern plains, close to the sea, the number of giant rats running around was hair-raising.
Even Ingrid, who had lived through the apocalypse on Earth and seen indescribable horrors, felt chills witnessing the passage of more than a million furry giant rats that ravaged everything in their path.
"I don't know why, but I feel an irresistible urge to laugh when I see these cultivators amidst all these rats," Ingrid said, with a hint of laughter. "It looks like they're trying to stop a gigantic herd of bulls."
"Ohhh." Luan hadn't noticed that before, but after hearing Ingrid's comment, he let out a soft laugh. "Yes, it really does look like that."
"I wonder... Aren't they afraid of being trampled to death?" Ingrid pondered.
Some of them weren't even at the Fifth Order. Although most of the giant rats were at the Third and Fourth Order, with such an absurd number, it was difficult to come out unscathed if one was below the Fifth Order.
