"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
In the center of the Rat Tribe, amid the dim mist, the fourth giant rat was rapidly mutating under the infusion of divine power, but it also endured immense pain.
Since there were only two giant rats left, the Vine God dared not infuse too much this time, occasionally sprinkling some liquid to help the giant rat repair its body injured by the rapid transformation.
This giant rat had quite good bone structure. After a period of infusion, its body length reached twenty-eight meters, transforming into a dreadful giant beast, its sharp tusks resembling stalactites, glistening coldly.
Seeing that its condition was still good, the Vine God began to infuse it with divine soul power.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The giant rat squealed even more fiercely, its sharp and painful cries instilling fear throughout the Rat Tribe's giant rats, who all retreated into the depths of their burrows, trembling.
