Lin Taichu took the list and examined it carefully. Most of the medicinal herbs listed were either highly toxic or exceptionally rare, and the proportions for each were extreme. The ratio of Rage Grass to Soul Control Grass, in particular, was severely unbalanced.
"No wonder Tang Song lost control."
"The dose of Rage Grass is far too high, while the amount of Soul Control Grass is nowhere near enough to suppress violent emotions. And when these herbs are mixed together, their energy becomes extremely unstable. At low injection doses, it can make someone berserk while also increasing their strength."
"Once the dose reaches a certain level, the Soul Control Grass becomes completely ineffective. The person will lose control entirely and turn into a monster that knows only slaughter, though their strength will also surge severalfold."
Tang Du Zi nodded in agreement. "You're right. This potion is clearly an experimental product. Its creator likely wanted to use it to forge powerful warriors who could still be controlled, but judging by the current results, they haven't solved the problem of losing control."
"Once they succeed in their research and find the proper ratio, they'll be able to keep those altered people conscious while increasing their strength. The consequences would be unimaginable."
Lin Taichu's expression turned especially grave. He suddenly recalled what Tang Song had said in the cave before: those masked people had long since treated him as a disposable pawn.
"Elder Tang, do you remember? Tang Song said those masked people had already abandoned him. They kept him alive only to wait until he fully mutated, then use him as a pawn to disrupt the Tang Sect."
"That means they may already possess a potion even more powerful than this experimental one. Tang Song was merely a pawn they used to