"Brother Lin, my legs are weak."
Qin Yang looked at the spirit-infused mouse in front of them, his face pale. He had never seen such a creature before. The usually detestable street rats that people chased away now appeared before them like a towering giant.
The scene was somewhat terrifying.
Especially the aura exuding from the mouse—it was overwhelming, making it difficult for him to catch his breath.
Lin Fan spoke softly, "Don't go weak on me; get ready to run."
A mere mouse had become an Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse. If word got out, no one would dare believe it.
With no superior bloodline and no extraordinary talent to boast about, how had this mouse managed to ascend to Immortal Emperor? It's baffling to even imagine how many immortal opportunities he must have obtained.
Lin Fan stayed vigilant. If the opponent made a move, even at this distance, it was unlikely they'd escape unscathed.
Yet, unexpectedly, the Mouse Emperor Immortal spoke.
