The moonlight was like water, softly draping the vast primeval forest, adding a touch of tranquility to the forest. But in a dense patch of woods, there were sounds of crunching. Hundreds of corpse-eating rats almost completely submerged the enormous golden scale snake, frantically tearing it apart. The hard scales were easily ripped open, and they bit off large chunks of flesh, leaving quickly to dine further away, making eerie noises, vacating space for their fellow rats.
Luo Zheng and his team hid in the surrounding large trees, watching this scene, each of them stunned, eyes full of incredulity. The golden scale snake was terrifying, and the corpse-eating rats were fierce too. What was worse was the collective activity of the rats; with this swarm of hundreds upon thousands attacking, who could withstand?
