Chapter 425: Frostwhisk Mice
After a glance through the system panels, Leo realised almost all were Ordinary bloodline creatures, with only a handful being Mortal bloodlines—no Super bloodline in sight.
Leo decided to pick out one lucky mouse. As he tried putting his hand inside the cage, the wooden crossings parted, just enough to let his palm slip through—controlled by Sylrael.
He pushed his hand into the writhing mass, the sensation oddly unpleasant. Not to mention, the mice snapped at him repeatedly, but their teeth couldn't even scratch his High 4-star skin—not even a tickle.
Frostwhisk Mice (Mid 1-star) - Mortal Bloodline
Squeak! Squeak!
The mice panicked at the grip and used some sort of skill, covering his hand in a thin, cold mist. But Leo wasn't fazed at all.
"Hm, too low," Leo muttered, then glanced toward two of the four spherical cages packed to the brim with mice.
