"Mutated Armoured Rats?"
Damien muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing into sharp slits. Most of the monsters he had slaughtered moments ago were nothing more than savage beasts—creatures without beast cores, without any hint of cultivation. But these new enemies were different. Mutated Armoured Rats… even the weakest among them were Iron rank, matching Damien's current realm, and some could very well be stronger.
They weren't just stronger. Their armour was thicker, their bodies tougher, and their bloodlust infinitely more feral.
All around him, loud battle cries clashed with the nauseating sounds of steel slicing through flesh. The very air buzzed with the metallic scent of blood and the electric tension of mortal combat.
A single Mutated Armoured Rat, its eyes burning a furious crimson, lunged at Damien with its fangs bared, aiming straight for his hands.
