Looking at the large bats hanging down from the passage above, Xu Xin's teeth were chattering a bit.
At this moment, the distance between him and the bats was not too far.
Fortunately, the candelabras burning on both sides did not wake up the bats; they remained hanging motionless in groups above the passage.
Each of these bats had faint blood-red patterns on them, lighter than the toad that had previously guided Xu Xin, but there were too many of them.
This quantity, even if they were not mutant bats, would be intolerable for Xu Xin. Not to mention that blood-patterned creatures have a strong desire to attack.
Now Xu Xin had two choices: sneak past without disturbing the bats, or put on iron armor and charge directly through, possibly killing a few bats to earn some points and materials.
