Chapter 952: The Steward Demands Answers

The little mouse was a Devouring-Heavens Divine Rat, its teeth hard enough to bite through anything. That was how it had managed, in such a short time, to burrow a hundred miles underground and slip away from the self-destruction of the second-tier divine weapon, the wolf-tooth club. "That was close…" Even after it was over, Camden Ford still felt a chill crawling up his spine. Without the little mouse, he would never have made it out. After a brief tremor, the ground gradually settled back...