1540 1540. Anger

The army of Rats created a staircase with their bodies to lift the throne higher in the sky. The crown on the leader's head kept on sliding away, but the creature repeatedly adjusted it with its claws.

The scene almost looked funny, but the threatening aura radiated by the middle tier Rat made the whole situation too tense for those kinds of thoughts.

"I am the Rat King, you hateful invaders," The middle tier Rat announced once it reached its opponents. "I suggest you leave my domain immediately. I don't mind unleashing the full power of my pack to send you away."

"You have already tried," Noah replied while spreading his arms. "We are still here."

The Rat King snorted before giving voice to a faint squeak. The beasts under it echoed its cry, and multiple powerful auras surged from different spots of the region.

Those auras carried a power that Noah knew far too well. They belonged to magical beasts in the eighth rank, and some of them were in the middle tier.