The pitch-black water of the Yin River began to grow clear, while the auras of the Netherworld Messengers and psychiatric patients grew increasingly terrifying.
Especially those of the Critical Patients.
They were very unusual. The treatment they had received on the third floor of the Hospital Ward had focused more on increasing their potential than their strength.
On the day they were "cured," they would undergo an "operation" akin to a power infusion.
It would turn them into powerful beings on the level of attending physicians, Physician Directors, or even Vice Presidents in one fell swoop.
This was done to cultivate the most terrifying weapons of war at their respective levels.
Namely: Sick Angels!
What Jiang Chen was doing now amounted to accelerating their final course of treatment. On the one hand, it would reduce their strength once fully developed, but on the other, it also unleashed their true power ahead of time!
These most severely afflicted patients, accumulated by the Seventh Ward over decades, finally revealed their most terrifying side.
No. 04 crouched down and clutched his head, his petite body trembling nonstop, looking utterly timid. But when you looked at him, you would discover a strange smile at the corners of this little boy's mouth as he stared fixedly at you!
No. 03 seemed to have descended into utter madness and brutality. His eyes were bloodshot as he tore off handful after handful of his own skin, flesh, and scalp.
No. 02 kept arguing with himself. The sounds of his quarrel grew increasingly strange, and he seemed to want to kill everyone present.
No. 01 was very calm, merely staring silently at the water. Yet his unfathomable expression resembled a deep pool, as though it might swallow everything at any moment.
The ordinary patients and Netherworld Messengers all