762 Mice

Ten thousand meters below the ground, inside a training room of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, five hundred aggressive mice were wearing armor and holding flying swords, yelling and shouting angrily.

The scene was both weird and funny. Li Yao did not know what to do for a moment.

Of the hundreds of mice here, even the strongest were merely equal to the Cultivators in the Refinement Stage Cultivators. Li Yao would not have been scared even if the mice were sprinting forward and attacking him together.

However, the mutation of the mice probably had a lot to do with Yan Xinjian's training room. Li Yao did not intend to execute all the mice without knowing what had happened here.

Li Yao raised his alert and observed them.

Seeing that the door behind Li Yao was closed again, the mice were all jumping up and down while they shouted angrily.