Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"Lord Witch King, live forever..."

"Lord Witch King, eternal and immortal..."

In the isolation room, dozens of patients had dazed expressions, as if controlled by a spell, kneeling devoutly in the same direction, as if paying homage to an immortal god.

Lin Han walked into the isolation room, and a strong murderous aura surged over him.

"interesting……"

A sneer appeared on Lin Han's lips.

The expressions of these dozens of patients were exactly the same. The corners of their mouths were raised, their eyes were empty, and they stared at Lin Han intently, making creepy laughs: "A guest has arrived..."

Wisps of light red gas emanated from them and drifted towards Lin Han.

"Become a follower of the Witch King!"

Their terrifying laughter echoed in the isolation room...

Lin Han's face was as gloomy as water, and he snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, the group of infected patients quieted down.

The reddish gas, which hadn't even touched Lin Han, dissipated in the blink of an eye...

Dozens of infected patients sat quietly, silent and with dull eyes.

"——Boom!"

The medicine barrel slowly fell to the ground.

"Huh?..." Yang Haibo was stunned. He looked at the group of infected patients, who were sitting quietly and peacefully.

Yang Haibo turned to Lin Han with a confused look on his face and asked, "Doctor Lin, what's going on with these people? Why have they suddenly become so quiet?"

It was like a piece of absurd theatre – outrageous to the extreme.

I clearly remember that these infected people had behaved so strangely and crazily before. But now, they seemed like completely different people, so quiet that it was unbelievable.

Yang Haibo was extremely confused by this and couldn't figure it out.

"I asked them to calm down temporarily so that it would be easier to feed them the 'antidote'."

Lin Han responded calmly. He calmly picked up a water cup from the wooden table, walked to the medicine barrel, scooped a spoonful, and then walked towards an infected person.

He held a cup filled with the "antidote" and fed it directly into the infected person's mouth...

"Gululu..."

The infected person's eyes were dull, as if he had lost consciousness, and he allowed Lin Han to feed him medicine. In the blink of an eye, he was forced to drink the entire glass of water.

Then, Lin Han followed the same process and continued to feed medicine to other infected people...

Yang Haibo and the medical staff beside him looked at each other, and then began to feed the "antidote" to the patients one by one according to Lin Han's method.

Time passed little by little.

"Finally finished……"

Lin Han stretched and let out a breath of foul air.

Yang Haibo and the medical staff were so tired that they collapsed on the ground.

Not long after...

The red web-like bloodshot on the necks of the infected people gradually disappeared, their eyes regained their alertness, and the blood color in their pupils gradually faded, returning to their normal color.

All the patients in the isolation room looked around the enclosed space blankly and asked curiously: "Where are we?"

"Dear patients..."

Yang Haibo and the medical staff quickly stood up and began to patiently explain the situation to them...

Lin Han thought for a moment, turned around and strode out of the isolation room.

He needed to go out and get some fresh air. This enclosed space really made him feel depressed and dull.

Meanwhile... deep within the Wuxi Mountains, north of Miao Border, a hidden stone cave quietly unfolds before our eyes. This cave seems to have existed within these vast mountains since ancient times, silently guarding some unknown secret. Two stone doors, etched with the marks of time, have weathered countless days and nights of wind and frost, yet they still firmly guard the cave entrance.

Suddenly, a deep, powerful sound echoed through the valley, as if some ancient spell had been awakened. At the call of this mysterious force, the two stone doors slowly opened with a "boom..." Like two weathered guardians, after a long wait, they finally welcomed the moment of opening. As the stone doors slowly opened, an ancient and mysterious aura gushed out, seeming to cast a mystical veil over the entire valley.

The cave's interior is dim and deep, seemingly leading to another world. Moss and ancient, unknown runes cover the walls, seemingly telling a long and mysterious story. The air within carries a damp, chilly air that makes one hold their breath, eager to explore.

A man in black was walking slowly into the depths of the cave. It was Wu Tao.

...

"What on earth is going on... Why can't I sense the power of faith of those who have been affected by my Soul Devouring Heart?"

In the center of the spacious hall deep within the cave, sat a middle-aged man in a gray robe. He sat majestically and solemnly on a gleaming golden chair that seemed to exude an aura of royalty, making one afraid to look directly at it. The man's face looked terrifying, the wrinkles on his face as jagged and uneven as a country road, like the deep marks left by time, making his appearance even more terrifying.

He had been resting his eyes, savoring the subtle nourishment of the power of faith. However, just then, that familiar force of faith suddenly vanished without a trace. This caused him to suddenly open his eyes, a flicker of undisguised anger in them. His gaze was like a knife, seemingly able to penetrate all pretense and fog, getting to the heart of the matter.

The atmosphere in the entire hall became oppressive due to his anger, as if even the air had frozen. The gray-robed man sat there like a volcano about to erupt, making people afraid to approach easily.

A solemn silence reigned within the cavern hall. The men in black stood in awe, their gaze fixed on the middle-aged man in gray robes seated on the golden chair—Master Wu Ling.

The air seemed to become heavy because of this awe, even the air seemed to be stagnant.

"Master Wu Ling, please calm down..."

The uniform voices echoed in the empty hall, and the faces of the men in black showed deep worry.

At that moment, Wu Tao entered the hall. His presence immediately caught the attention of everyone present. His face was pale, blood stained at the corner of his mouth, clearly having just been through a fierce battle. He clutched his chest and staggered towards Master Wu Ling.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Master Wu Ling, kneeling on one knee, and speaking in a low and firm voice: "Master Wu Ling, I failed..."

As he finished speaking, another mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and splashed onto the ground.

Master Wu Ling stared at Wu Tao with a gaze as sharp as a torch, his tone filled with unquestionable authority: "Wu Tao, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Tao took a deep breath, calmed himself, and began to recount his experience: "Master Wu Ling, I encountered a master of unfathomable strength. He simply raised his hand, and I was sent flying over ten meters away. He didn't kill me, but instead asked me to come back and bring you a message."

Master Wu Ling frowned, clearly showing great interest in Wu Tao's words. "What are you talking about?"

Wu Tao lowered his head slightly, looking embarrassed. "He said that if you continue to do this, he will destroy the entire Witch King Cult."

These words resonated like a thunderclap in the hall. The air seemed to freeze. Master Wu Ling's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his fists clenched, and his brows knitted into a frown.

"Wu Tao! Do you know that man's name?" Lord Wu Ling's voice was filled with a hint of urgency.

Wu Tao shook his head: "I don't know..." He paused and continued: "Master Wu Ling, that person is extremely powerful. I'm afraid he has reached a level above the supernatural power..."

Master Wu Ling was secretly shocked. Above divine power? Wouldn't that mean he was close to the Great Dao level? Such strength was enough to intimidate the entire Wu Wang Cult.

Wu Tao sneered in his heart: "Old man, the master is not comparable to trash like you."

Master Wu Ling took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Everyone, listen up! I'm going to practice in seclusion to break through. In three months, follow me out of the mountains to kill that man!"

His voice echoed in the hall, as if an invisible force was stirring the hearts of every man in black.

"Yes, Lord Wu Ling..." The uniform voice sounded again, and the men in black responded in unison.

Master Wu Ling's figure flashed and disappeared before everyone's eyes...

Wu Tao frowned, slowly stood up, and walked in one direction...

The group of men in black also stood up and dispersed. The entire cave hall once again returned to silence, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

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