184: Change from passive to active! It's too early to be happy

Just a simple warm-up to maintain the body's proficiency in combat, preventing stiffness.

Chen Ming doesn't plan to fight the Mutated Rats alone all the time.

Rather than personally entering the fray, Chen Ming prefers to enjoy the absolute suppression and dominance brought by the Undead in terms of numbers from behind the scenes!

He is keen on performing Extraction on corpses during the continuous process of killing.

The more killing, the larger the Undead team!

Furthermore, Chen Ming also discovered a very interesting small function.

The SSS-grade Undead Extraction skill can be set to automatic Extraction.

The prerequisite is that the target must be killed by the Undead themselves.

Chen Ming checked the automatic Extraction option, which can save a lot of unnecessary mental power and physical waste.

"From now on, let's see what kind of surprises you can bring me."

Chen Ming turned to face the dense, overwhelming tide of Mutated Rats that filled the entire road and stretched as far as the eye could see.

He held extremely high expectations for them.

After that, Chen Ming only needs to be responsible for providing the mental power required during the resurrection process of the Undead Mutated Rats; the hunting is entirely up to them to handle.

He wanted to see if this Undead Rat legion of nearly 200,000 could clear the entire S-Rank Crazed Rat Disaster instance.

And automatically Extract, creating an Undead Army with Mutated Rats as the main members.

Chen Ming was extremely looking forward to the final number after assimilation.

The next second, nearly 200,000 Undead Mutated Rats, like an unstoppable flood of fierce beasts, deliberately bypassed Chen Ming and Qin Hongyue and charged out.

At this moment, the passive turned active!

The positions of the hunters and the hunted were completely reversed.

"Going home, or do you want to stay here and fight with those rats?"

Chen Ming opened the portal leading to the floating island.

Before leaving, he asked Qin Hongyue for her thoughts.

Qin Hongyue chose to return to the villa with Chen Ming to cultivate, believing that the rat tide could complete the task without her.

Secondly, rather than wasting time on opponents who were hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... times weaker than herself, Qin Hongyue preferred to focus on cultivation.

Killing a few rats was too boring for her.

Unless Chen Ming personally ordered her to do it.

Perfectly completing the orders given by Chen Ming was very interesting to Qin Hongyue.

The figures of the two, one after the other, entered the portal.

The portal closed accordingly...

Meanwhile.

Inside a hotel building on a street called Nanwan Street in South City.

Boom boom boom...

A Man as tall and broad as a chest, carrying a heavy fuel tank and holding a flamethrower, was desperately defending the stairwell entrance, continuously spraying flames.

He dared not slack off for a moment, only because Mutated Rats were continuously surging from the escape route.

As soon as he released the trigger, in an instant, he would be engulfed by the Mutated Rats, gnawed until not even bones remained!

And behind him, another young man was busy lifting fuel barrels and filling the fuel tank connected to the flamethrower with fuel, ensuring continuous output.

Further back, some held sniper rifles, some held crossbows, or clasped their hands together to condense small Fireballs, doing their part, aiming at the Mutated Rats escaping from dead corners, pulling the trigger, and completing the kill to prevent the rats from ambushing the main damage dealer.

"Damn it! Is there no end? Where are all these rats coming from!"

The Man turned his head for a look and asked loudly, "Have you still not contacted the rescue team? There's not much fuel left. If this continues, we'll be finished sooner or later."

"No! It's always busy, can't get through," the glasses Man said, dialing the number again.

He was so nervous his arm was trembling badly, and he couldn't remember how many times he had called.

"Over a dozen numbers, and you can't get through to a single one?" the Man asked again.

"Yes, for every number, I've tried at least ten times." As he spoke, the glasses Man heard the familiar mechanical synthesized voice in his ear again: Sorry, the number you dialed is...

He quickly hung up and dialed the next number.

Now, every minute and second must be cherished; he dared not waste any.

Getting through to the rescue call one second earlier meant one more chance to survive.

Just as the glasses Man was about to press the dial button, a pop-up alert suddenly appeared: Low battery, the phone will automatically shut down in 30 seconds, please connect to a power source in time!

"It's over! The phone is out of battery." The glasses Man pushed his glasses up with his finger, his face covered in sweat that he couldn't tell if it was from the high temperature or cold sweat from fear.

"What about other phones?" the others asked.

"They ran out of battery long ago..." The glasses Man's body went limp, and he sat down against the wall, his eyes filled with despair, giving up resistance.

Looking at the few remaining fuel barrels, he knew that even if they did get through, the rescue team wouldn't be able to arrive in time.

It was just to keep himself calm and delay time as much as possible.

Delay?

His gaze turned to the stairwell entrance, looking at the rats scrambling ahead, tireless, each one crazier than the last, like they were on drugs.

He wanted to delay, but he was truly powerless.

"Don't give up! Keep delaying time, the fishing attempts will refresh in a while. As long as one of us fishes a high-level skill, there's still a chance!" the Man named Fu Weiqiang, the strongest fighter and backbone of the team, shouted loudly.

Even in this situation, he didn't forget to cheer on his companions.

"Hold on, there's at least a glimmer of hope. If you really give up, you'll just be eaten alive by these rats." Fu Weiqiang didn't want to pressure them, but what else could he say?

The only way was to apply pressure! Use greater fear to wash away their existing fear.

Emphasizing that before death, they would experience something worse than death, being gnawed bite by bite, what was the difference from cruel torture?

He hoped they could understand this point.

"Boss! Be careful!" The young man cheering on the side noticed a rat that had sneaked to Fu Weiqiang's feet, reacted quickly, and kicked it with the tip of his shoe.

The rat squealed and flew out.

The person holding the sniper rifle quickly regained his composure, raised the gun with both hands, aimed with one eye, and locked on.

He delivered a headshot with a single shot before the Mutated Rat could recover and make a move.

After doing all this, he, who was the first to cheer up, didn't forget to persuade his companions, "Alright, hurry up and get moving. Slim hope is better than no hope at all!"

The two who had fished the E-grade Fireball spell and crossbow exchanged glances, thinking his words made sense.

A slim hope is also hope!

Nocking an arrow onto her crossbow, the Woman urged the glasses Man sitting on the ground, "Quickly go search the hotel rooms, maybe you can find a power bank or a laptop. It's a five-star hotel after all, I think there should be some, and this place doesn't look like it's been looted."

Not everyone, like Chen Ming, has a system panel. If the phone is out of battery, they cannot use the Ten Thousand Realms Fishing software.

Seeing that the glasses Man was unmoved, the Woman's voice gained a touch of anger, and she said discontentedly, "I'm talking to you! You..."

Catching sight of the glasses Man standing up, the Woman swallowed the words she was about to say.

Who would have thought that the glasses Man would actually run towards the window at the end of the corridor, scrambling and crawling?

"Anyway, it's death either way, might as well die quickly!" Holding the fire axe previously taken from the fire box for self-defense, he forcefully cut open the window with a safety lock.

Then, the glasses Man jumped without hesitation.

While jumping down, seeing the hotel wall covered in rats, he smiled smugly.

Laughing at Fu Weiqiang and the others for being too foolish, making futile struggles, unable to die quickly like himself.

Before dying, they would be tortured, suffering the pain of slow slicing.

"Wait!"

But soon, he realized something was wrong, "Why do those rats look... so much like Undead? Could it be!!"