"Walk!"

A faint red line floated out from the blood-red medical record, guiding the direction, and a group of strong men disappeared from the spot under the night.

Deep in the plateau, there is not even a single weed on the barren permafrost. This is a veritable death zone.

In this deserted place, there were wails, screams, hysterical laughter, and crazy speeches...

The place was bustling with people.

The source is two not very tall buildings, standing at the back of a mountain, and the whole body is covered with a small pure black object.

Some of these monsters resembled human eyes with tiny limbs, while others were like human fingers, sliding softly and bonelessly. They tried their best to spy on the people in the building through the windows, imitating their speech and laughter. The scene was extremely weird.

Suddenly, dozens of powerful figures descended.

Pairs of indifferent eyes looked down at the two wards.

"Master, come out and die!"

The King of Samsara didn't say anything extra. He just drew out his sword and raised it up little by little. A terrifying aura quickly gathered.

"Destroy my six garrisons and kill countless of my followers."

"Youngster, do you really think I'm made of mud?!"

Angry shouts rang out from the ward, and a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, with half of his face distorted and an air of decadence all over his body, walked out. He was suspended in the air, and his powerful aura was comparable to that of the King of Samsara.

The collision of their auras caused the air to make a squeezing sound as if it was overwhelmed.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"How can you be so rude? You start cursing right away. It seems there's no point in talking to you anymore. Let's see what happens!"

The King of Samsara cursed several times without giving his opponent a chance to retort. He pressed down his hand and slashed at his opponent with a sword.

The broad sword energy was like a long silver dragon dancing wildly across the sky.

"Bang"

With a loud noise that made many half-kings and grandmasters cover their ears, the battle between the two top-level Nine-Step Kings began. They deliberately kept a distance from each other. The Medicine Master was afraid of destroying the only two remaining wards, and the King of Samsara left these two wards for his subordinates to practice.

At this time, other figures also stood out from inside the ward.

Sanqiu walked out of the third ward.

A tall old man with the words "Ward 7" written on his badge. He was the dean who escaped from Ward 7. However, according to the original intelligence, his strength was that of an evil spirit, but now he is far above that level.

A thin woman in her forties with sharp eyes. Judging from her name tag, she is actually the director of the third ward.

There was also a child with all kinds of garbage tied up on his body, and even his organs looked like they were taken from a dead person and pieced together.

"Is this the fruit from Ward 3?"

"Turning dead things into living things, creating life, this is the realm of touching the gods!"

"It's just a semi-finished product."

"Half-King level, who can deal with it?"

“…”

Everyone was silent.

The two deans, along with Chen Renqi, stepped out simultaneously. The "death curse" surrounding the ward crazily climbed up their bodies, their mutilated eyeballs embedded in their foreheads, and their broken fingers dug into their flesh...

With faces filled with pain, they cast the Death Curse, their aura growing stronger and stronger until - they stepped into the realm of the King!

Three Kings.

That’s not all.

Another figure walked out of the first ward.

Although there were only two of them, their terror far exceeded that of the third ward.

One of them is the director of the First Ward, and the other is a patient with multiple personality disorder. Eleven of the most outstanding souls in the world live in his body.

When they walked out of the hospital ward, they were entangled in the death curse, and their aura suddenly rose to -

Six-step King!