The atmosphere on the field was a little suffocating, and those few sandmen stood in the middle of the field covered in blood, their body muscles all increased dramatically, and their mouths were panting like cattle in the bullring, as if they were about to launch a round of onslaught against Ding Xiu in the next moment.

And they do, but with one exception.

One of the sandmen who had drunk Valen's potion didn't rush towards Ding Xiu, his target was the old man on the sidelines.

Seeing the sand people rushing towards him, the old man's eyes were cold.

He crouched down to avoid his grip and then kicked his right foot sideways into the Sandman's knee. The sand man staggered forward two steps, stabilized his figure, and then turned and rushed over.

The Shamin, who attacked the old man, was originally subordinate to the old man, but after taking the Valen potion, his body quickly entered a state of madness, and he lost his reason to distinguish between friend and foe.

The old man knew this very well in his heart, so he didn't think about the old feelings, and completely regarded these people as outcasts.

The big fist of the casserole swung towards the old man's head, and the old man bowed his waist, stepped forward, reached out, drew his knife, and stabbed, several actions in one go.

The dagger at his waist sank into the sandman's neck in less than a second.

Shamin's fist brushed the old man's clothes, and the fist was hunting, but it was just a little short of the old man's body.

The sand man who had been pierced through the neck by the dagger continued to fight for nearly a minute or so before falling to the ground, and the old man crouched next to his corpse, pulled out the dagger, and then plunged his palm into the wound.

The moment the hand that turned into a knife sank into the neck of the sand man, the old man's face showed an intoxicated expression.

"Huh! Fresh blood! He muttered in his mouth, and the appearance of his face changed subtly.

The most noticeable thing is that the wrinkles have slowly disappeared a bit, and the color of the short gray hair on the top of the head has darkened.

This is the taste of blood that belongs to the old man, and through the mouthparts of his fingertips, he can suck the blood of others and convert this blood into energy to supply his own body.

The energy of blood transformation is very limited, it cannot be compared to the crystal nucleus, and it has a short lifespan. That energy will gradually disappear over time, or it will be excreted into the air by the body.

The old man used his rarely used ability on the man, just to interrupt his attacks on himself and enjoy the thrill of the bloodsucking process. And this man's life has come to an end, and sucking his blood is considered waste.

Ding Xian was struggling to resist the attacks of several other madmen, and he didn't notice the old man's behavior at all, but Chen Jianing saw all this in his eyes.

The girl's heart was extremely panicked, and her hands holding the container were trembling. She was not afraid that the old man would use this perverted method on herself, but she was worried about Ding Xiu.

After seeing the process of the old man dealing with the madman, Chen Jianing knew that Ding Xiu had no chance of winning after facing him.

"Wow!" Ding Xiu was hit in the abdomen by a madman, and his body flew directly upside down and hit Chen Jianing's car, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ding Xiu! Are you okay! Seeing Ding Xiu's tragic situation, Chen Jianing was so anxious that tears were about to come out.

The madmen surrounded the car, and several of them turned their eyes from Ding Xiu to Chen Jianing in the car.

"If you want to hurt her, step on my corpse first." Ding Xiu sensed the other party's intentions, turned his heart sideways, and also took out the Valen potion found in the car from his trouser pocket.

"Don't! Ding Xiu! In Chen Jianing's shouting, Ding Xiu had already drunk the potion, and the next moment, his body also changed.

The girl grabbed Ding Xiu's arm desperately, trying to stop him from entering a state of madness.

Although she knew that her actions were futile, she didn't want Ding Xiu to look terrifying when he turned into an enemy.

"I'm fine, Jia Ning." Ding Xiu's body had undergone obvious changes, and his skin had also been broken by muscles, but his eyes were clear, just like when the girl first saw him.

The girl froze in the car, because the scene before her deviated from her perception of Valen's potion.

Just as several of the madmen rushed towards the car, Ding Xiu rushed up with an arrow and stopped them.

The battle was more fierce and chaotic than before, behind him was Chen Jianing's car, Ding Xiu blocked in front with more than one enemy, not giving an inch, and both sides were fist-to-flesh battles.

There is no fear, no pain, only the catharsis of strength.

The focus ability helped Ding Xiu immune to many of the negative effects of the madness, and with his own strength far surpassing those few sandmen, the situation returned to the way it was when they first fought while using the Valen potion.

The madman who has lost his mind only knows how to fight, but Ding Xiu knows how to fight.

The frenzied sandmen fell to the ground one by one, and only Ding Xiu was still standing in the pool of blood.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, and after sucking blood earlier, his hands were hidden in his sleeves again. When he saw that Ding Xiu was the only one left in the field, his eyelids trembled slightly.

"Old man, what are you waiting for, waiting for me to invite you to dinner?" Ding Xiu shouted at him.

"Young man, tell me what you're capable of." The old man's eyes were full of curiosity, for those who had taken Valen's potion would immediately erupt into a beast-like frenzy, and beasts could not speak.

"You don't deserve to know." Ding Xiu smiled, his tone full of mockery.

"You're already at the end of your crossbow, young man, and now you're not qualified to talk to me in such a tone." The old man slowly walked towards Ding Xiu.

"Remember my name, my name is Sanggan, don't die in vain." His voice was as cold as ever.

"You too, my name is Ding Xiu."

Sang Gan's hand was withdrawn from his sleeve, and Ding Xiu felt very strange at the first glance of those hands. Because the palms of the hands have a very dark complexion and there are no nails.

Although Sangan's hands have no nails, there is something else growing on the place where they were originally nails. That kind of thing, a bit like the mouthparts of a leech, closed one by one with the rhythm of his movement, and it looked very mad.

"Watch out for his dagger." Chen Jianing reminded in the car.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ding Xiu had already fought with Sang Gan.

Sang Gan's movements were fast, but his strength was slightly weaker than Ding Xiu's madness. For Ding Xiu's attack, he mainly unloaded or dodged, and then used a dagger to leave wounds on Ding Xiu's body.

Ding Xiu is like a cow that is slowly bled by a matador in the bullring, and is slowly played by Sang Gan in the field.

"Damn!" Ding Xiu's body was cut several times, but fortunately, there were muscles in the middle, so the internal organs were not injured.

The dagger in Sang Gan's hand continued to fly around Ding Xiu, but Ding Xiu couldn't keep up with his speed and could only watch the blade slash across his body.

The blood had soaked his pants, and Ding Xiu had fallen to the upper hand, and he had been passively beaten, but he felt that his fighting spirit was getting stronger and stronger, and this fighting spirit was filling his chest, and it seemed that it was about to erupt in the next moment.

The tattoo on his chest seemed to suddenly emit a faint golden light, and in the sunlight, this little bit of golden light was faintly visible, and neither Sang Gan nor Ding Xiu noticed this change.

Blood droplets splashed in the air, and Ding Xiu added a few more cuts to his body.

There was not an inch of good skin on his body, except for the stab wounds where the muscles had broken through.

The surrounding sword light suddenly slowed down, and Ding Xiu didn't know what was going on.

"Is it a delusion?!" Sang Gan's blade was no longer an afterimage in Ding Xiu's eyes, but was clearly visible, and even the details of the change and rotation of the tip of the knife could be clearly perceived.

Sang Gan also noticed something strange, because in the next few minutes, almost all of his shots were avoided by Ding Xiu.

"What the hell!" This question sounded in the hearts of both of them almost at the same time.

Sang Gan was shocked in his heart, but Ding Xiu was happy in his heart.

Feeling the heat in his chest, Ding Xiu's eyes finally noticed the tattoo there, although the flesh and blood on his skin were blurred and he couldn't see the original appearance of the pattern, but he remembered that it was a long sword burning with flames.

"Is this the tattoo?" Feeling the mystery, Ding Xiu suppressed the curiosity in his heart, at this moment he was still in the battle with a strong enemy, and distraction was a big taboo.

Sanggan lost his leisurely stroll, and his originally aggressive offensive became a passive defense. The speed of his shot showed no signs of slowing down in his senses, but Ding Xiu seemed to be different from before.

In Ding Xiu's body, some things are changing, from the visual organs to the brain, and even the information transmission nerves in the middle have undergone qualitative changes together.

With a "snap", Sangan fell heavily to the ground, which was the first punch he was hit.

The old man's face began to return to its original state of aging, and most of the energy gained from sucking the blood of the madman was used to counteract the damage of the punch.

"What's going on in your body?" He asked, horrified.

"You don't deserve to know."

"The shaft is too deceitful!" Sang Gan was a little angry, and Ding Xiu mocked him like this twice, which made him feel murderous in his heart.

"When I taste your blood, I may know the secret of your pride." He licked the corners of his mouth, which was extremely inconsistent with the old face on his face, and looked very weird.

It was still Ding Xiu's fist that responded to Sang Gan, the sand and gravel splashed, and there was a big pit next to the old man, and he rolled to the side, but he could dodge the punch.

The offense and defense began to change momentum.

Ding Xiu chased Sang Gan and fought, Sang Gan was forced to dodge left and right, and the dagger blade that had been flying and dancing beside Ding Xiu could only be protected by his surroundings now.

There was a sudden pain in his shoulder, and the old man took another punch from Ding Xiu, and his body fell backwards. The moment he fell, the blade in his hand slashed hard at Ding Xiu when he didn't have time to withdraw his fist.

Sang Gan's body was a little uncomfortable, he wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Ding Xiu fiercely.

The fists came one after another, but the old man was not worried but happy, he sensed from Ding Xiu's attack that the effect of the Valen potion was declining.

He knew very well in his heart that in a few seconds at most, Ding Xiu would lose the initiative in the offensive.