People only saw how easily the Virophage serum purified the Pseudo-Humans, but not how hard Doctor had worked behind the scenes.
This was the antidote Doctor had spent a full 86,413 seconds—one day in the outside world—developing!
For more than an entire day, Doctor had not drunk a drop of water, eaten a bite of food, or even taken an afternoon nap. Fortunately, he was already dead, so there was no need to worry about him dropping dead from overwork.
"Oh? The King of Coffins is here?" Painter sauntered up to Gu Huangquan with a sleazy grin, teasing him as he looked over the hundreds of coffins scattered around them.
Gu Huangquan looked at him expressionlessly. "Get lost."
Painter acted as though he had not heard him, clicking his tongue as he examined Gu Huangquan inside the coffin. "Tsk, tsk... Was I wrong? One of the Ten Kings in a coffin? I've realized you could open a coffin shop someday. Buy a coffin, get resurrection free. You'd definitely make a fortune!"
Crack!
Gu Huangquan clenched his fist until it crackled. Just as he was about to slam it into Painter, a pale green glass vial flew over.
He caught the vial and heard Painter say with a faint smile, "Black King's orders. Go help spread the virus."
Having said that, Painter did not wait for a reply. He turned and ran off to annoy... deliver medicine to the other Ten Kings.
Before long, vast quantities of Virophage serum were handed out. Relying on their formidable individual strength, the Ten Kings spread out in different directions, charging deep into the Pseudo-Human army and wildly disseminating the virus.
The once-unstoppable Pseudo-Human army gradually collapsed under the effects of those tiny bottles of serum.
"The Pseudo-Human army... is retreating!?"
"They really are retreating!