At this point, he suddenly clenched his fists, his gaunt arms seeming to be injected with immense strength, and abruptly he struggled upwards.
The multiple layers of tough, bullhide restraints immediately snapped under his force.
Then, he fixed his gaze on his confined waist and legs, exerting his force once again.
Following the crisp sounds of the bullhide snapping, the other restraints easily broke free one after another.
"Leave this cage together!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he had already risen straight up from the sickbed, regaining his freedom.
Seeing this, Professor Zheng was caught off guard and shockingly stepped back several paces.
The patient’s appearance was undergoing astonishing changes.
Originally emaciated as if years and hunger had sapped every bit of flesh, his rib bones distinctly defined, joints sharply protruding.
Now, however, he resembled a skeleton forged from refined steel, each inch emitting a chilling toughness, casting a harsh gleam.
His slightly stooped back also gradually straightened, as if a formidable strength surged, slowly pulling up and Enjoy reading on NovelHub - your free online novel platform.
With a slight movement of hands, feet, and neck, a series of "crack" noises erupted, akin to a long-neglected mechanical device needing some lubrication.
"It wasn’t easy, the three Magic Seeds briefly planted, yet the least hoped-for one has successfully grown."
"Perhaps, this is what they call, ’out of death comes life’..."
The patient stood erect, clutching his fists tight, murmuring while examining his body.
Then he faced the fully sealed window, using the light reflected off the alloy steel plate to view his current appearance.
Turning back to face Professor Zheng, seeing his fearful expression, the patient faintly smiled and explained:
"Don’t be afraid, the special blood you brought today just happens to provide this body with enough Innate Essence Energy, restoring my original strength."
Sweat trickled from Professor Zheng’s forehead down his face as he nervously asked:
"What are you planning to do next?"
The corners of the patient’s mouth twisted into a grotesquely ugly smile.
Suddenly, his figure flashed, appearing instantly in front of Professor Zheng, seizing him by the neck.
Just as he screamed in fright, he spat out a jet of black vomitus as dark as ink, pouring it into the other’s mouth.
Then releasing his grip, he let him fall to the ground.
Coughing and spluttering, Professor Zheng asked in shock and anger:
"What... what in the world did you do to me?"
"Making you join the honorable Undying."
The patient’s gaze turned severe, slightly opening his thin lips, his voice low and definitively imposing.
"I am currently in need of manpower, and your value is high. Those who follow me from now on won’t receive such a grand initiation."
Hearing this, Professor Zheng froze momentarily, instinctively touching his face and chest, faintly sensing a perilously dangerous transformation occurring inside his body.
"Professor Zheng, what happened?"
At this moment, two guards stationed outside heard the commotion and burst through the door.
Upon seeing the patient they thought firmly restrained, now free of his restraints, they immediately aimed their guns and commanded him to lie down.
The patient slightly lifted his eyes to gaze at the intruders.
Suddenly, from behind his shoulder blades grew two dark red Bone Spurs, which quickly expanded in the wind like wings unfolding.
The wings violently extended forward, like sharp long spears, instantly piercing through the chests of the two intruders.
The soldiers’ eyes widened in disbelief, their rifles unable to fire as they lost the strength to pull the triggers.
They felt their vitality rapidly draining from their bodies, the Bone Spurs penetrating their hearts as if they were blood-sucking tubes.
Continuously drawing blood, they quickly swelled and even started emitting a faint glow.
In just a few seconds, two living men were sucked dry into husks.
And the patient, having received this nourishment, saw his flesh fill out and his complexion turn ruddy, seemingly rejuvenated.
Witnessing a scene as if a god or demon had descended, Professor Zheng was profoundly shaken, a primal sense of submissiveness arising.
Unable to help it, his knees weakened, and he knelt down, earnestly yet timidly asking:
"Master, how should I address you?"
His voice trembled with fear and barely contained excitement.
The patient’s brows slightly furrowed, as if recalling a very distant era, his mind somewhat muddled.
After a long pause, he finally said lowly:
"From now on, call me Jiang Chen."
Upon saying this, his deeply sunken eyes seemed to blaze with green ghostly fires, he suddenly threw back his head and roared.
This roar echoed throughout the building, like the trigger opening Pandora’s magic box.
Immediately countless responding sounds followed from all around.
There were tragic howls, angry bellows, and even excited shouts.
All these sounds interwoven and converged, like a demonic symphony from the depths of Hell, forming a dense net that enveloped the building.
The ceiling lights couldn’t withstand the sonic impact and shattered instantly.
Outside, a series of burst sounds from the light tubes followed, along with the bewildered shouts of guarding soldiers.
In the pitch-black sickroom, the patient self-styled "Jiang Chen" coldly smiled and waved to Professor Zheng:
"Let’s go, welcome to the world of Carnivores!"
"Next, open all the cages, and you will command the clan members to annihilate this filthy place."