Seeing that this trick worked, Zhao Yuan repeated the old trick twice, and sure enough, the big man was afraid that he would run away in it, so he didn't hesitate to consume blood energy to shoot down all the figures every time, seeing that the big man's face was getting more and more ugly, Zhao Yuan was a little more sure in his heart.

Just when Zhao Yuan was about to eat until he was old and consume the big man alive, he saw the big man striding towards the dozen orcs standing in the distance, Zhao Yuan only felt that something was wrong, but before he could stop it, he saw that the big man was like a chicken, he carried a person in one hand, opened his big mouth, and began to eat the two orcs alive. Zhao Yuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the two of them were clearly Aunt Zhu Qian and her husband. The two men continued to struggle and scream, and blood poured out of their wounds, but the big man used his scarlet tongue to roll all the blood into his mouth as if to not waste "food". When the other orcs saw this, they all screamed and fled, but their steps were vain, and some of them fell to the ground halfway through, crawling backwards with their hands and feet.

Only then did Zhao Yuan notice that the other orcs were extremely pale, not the kind that were pale with fright, but pale from excessive blood loss. Thinking of the pig and his wife just now, who were still ruddy in comparison, Zhao Yuan had faintly understood the source of the blood-colored energy on the big man at this time.

Sure enough, the momentum on the big man who ate the two of them became stronger again. He strolled back to Zhao Yuan's side and let out a wild laugh, and his whole body erupted with blood-colored light, which was particularly dazzling in the night sky.

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart, because he actually saw that the big man's tall and sturdy body had swelled by three points, and the meridians under his skin had burst up, like a demon god.

Zhao Yuan's sixth sense made him make an extremely correct decision in an instant, and the magic power in his body was wildly output, charging the light shield that could have blocked the big man's more than a dozen attacks to the strongest. But seeing that big man's fist with blood-colored flames swung into Zhao Yuan's light shield, he only heard a click, and the high-level magic light shield actually shattered like thin glass.

Zhao Yuan's cold sweat suddenly flowed down, if he hadn't strengthened the shield just now, I was afraid that the residual strength of this punch would have hit him directly. Even if he was a fifth-order martial artist, he couldn't stand such a punch!

In his mind, Old Xuanwu suddenly shouted, Zhao Yuan only felt the strong wind rubbing his cheeks, and before he could react, a giant suddenly rushed out of the dust and smashed into his body with a hard punch. Before Zhao Yuan could react to anything, he was smashed out by the terrifying fist force.

At this moment, a silver light suddenly flashed on his body, and a turtleshell-shaped silver shield suddenly flashed on his body, which gave Zhao Yuan, who should have died on the spot, a buffer.

Despite this, Zhao Yuan still felt the pain of his entire body turning over the river and the sea, as if his internal organs had been displaced.

[Boy, the old man can only help you get here...... Old Xuanwu said weakly, and his voice gradually disappeared.

"Damn!" Zhao Yuan also knew that Old Xuanwu was seriously injured when he heard this, and he was originally bent on escaping, but at this time, he actually had a strong killing intent towards the berserker.

Again, the berserker punched Zhao Yuan extremely quickly, but Zhao Yuan, who had already suffered a loss, would still be so stupid, and an aura of resistance unfolded in an instant. The transparent aura ruthlessly pushed away the big man, who was already only an arm's length away from Zhao Yuan.

You must know that Zhao Yuan and that big man are both eighth-order powerhouses, and Zhao Yuan is not so easy to break with force when he casts this kind of magic with a fixed effect.

It's just that the resistance aura is cast once, and it will be difficult to succeed next time, after all, it is only a matter of a second for it to be pushed away, and once this extremely agile berserker finds out the law, he can completely take advantage of the moment when the resistance aura is cast with a very small range to get close to Zhao Yuan's body.

However, Zhao Yuan also discovered that this big man seemed to have never extinguished the blood-red flames on his body since he entered the berserker's berserker state. Unlike just now, he only had a blood-colored flame burning on him when he needed to fly. At this rate of attrition, it is estimated that it will not be long before his strength weakens again.

He didn't have time to think about it, even though he knew that it didn't have much effect, he still resisted the aura on his body and never stopped, and at the same time he cast teleportation, and the two worked together almost uninterruptedly. Teleportation consumes a lot of magic power on the mage, but Zhao Yuan can't care about it, and keeps stuffing crystal nuclei into his mouth, while teleporting frantically, and focusing his attention on the distribution of teleportation landing points.

You must know that people will inevitably have some inertia when making choices, and some mages will have a habitual distribution of landing positions when they use teleportation, and this distribution law, the more frequent the teleportation, the easier it is to be observed by the opponent.

Several times, the berserker really predicted the location of Zhao Yuan's teleportation landing, and even once the location of Zhao Yuan's teleportation landing was directly hit by the berserker, but fortunately, Zhao Yuan was still constantly turning on the aura of resistance while teleporting, and the moment he pushed the berserker away, he teleported away.

In fact, at this time, Zhao Yuan could already teleport all the way to the vicinity of the Purple Wheel Horse and then escape on horseback, after all, when the Purple Wheel Horse was at full speed, few creatures in the world could catch up. But he had already moved to kill this berserker, even if his situation was extremely dangerous at this time, like dancing on a tightrope, and the slightest mistake would break his bones, but he still persevered with all his attention.

After a quarter of an hour, the berserker's eyes were red, and he stopped his pursuit, and turned back to look for a living person to eat, but found that all the orcs were hidden, and for a time he could not find anyone, and let out a frenzied roar. Zhao Yuan knew that he was at the end of his crossbow, so he didn't take the opportunity to attack, just stood in the distance and looked at him coldly.

Finally, the huge berserker let out a wail of pain, and then Zhao Yuan watched as his figure slowly shrank. thought that he would only shrink to the size of a strong man at the beginning, but Zhao Yuan was surprised to find that the berserker's body was still shrinking - until he turned into a skinny, bone-covered old man lying on the ground, his breath was so weak that it was no different from a pheasant rabbit, and he kept muttering in his mouth: "Blood...... Blood ......"

But there was silence all around, and except for Zhao Yuan, no one dared to answer Wu Lao's words.

"Who are you?" Zhao Yuan slowly paced to the strange man lying on the ground, not at all worried about his sudden outburst. After all, a person's breath can't deceive people, and now this strange old man's strength is probably not as good as a rabbit.

But this strange man only kept making a panting sound of "ho ho", and did not answer Zhao Yuan's words at all, nor did he move, as if he had given up struggling.

Zhao Yuan was silent for a moment, and many countermeasures flashed through his mind in an instant, and finally, he let out a contemptuous sneer, pulling the bony body of the strange man with the bottom end of his wand like pulling a rag.

"A dignified eighth-order berserker, who would have thought that without blood, he would become such a disgusting and pitiful appearance. Zhao Yuan said in an extremely contemptuous tone.

"Ho, despicable Terran," as if stimulated by Zhao Yuan's contemptuous tone, Wu Lao cursed as he gasped. "If you hadn't used cunning tricks, you would have turned into a meatloaf a long time ago, ho. Although he had lost his strength and was spread on the ground for others to trample on, Wu Lao's tone was still high.

"Cunning tricks, I don't need to beg for blood to use my power, like you. Even his own strength can't be guaranteed, it seems that the profession of berserker just sounds majestic!" Zhao Yuan deliberately mocked. In fact, he also knew at a glance that this berserker probably had been hit by some kind of curse to become like this, otherwise the berserker, the first profession of the beast race, would be in vain.

When Wu Lao heard this, he was really anxious: "If I hadn't seen something! If I hadn't been plotted by your Terran villains back then, where would I have ended up today!" He said a long sentence excitedly, and he couldn't catch his anger, but he still insisted on finishing speaking, "The deity was the chief guest of the lion clan back then, if it weren't for your human race, ho, despicable and shameless thing, how could the deity fall to such a point, surviving in this poor country!"

Zhao Yuan raised his eyebrows, how do he feel that every beast clan has the experience of being cheated by the Terrans, and he remembers that Monroe also told him that he was also deceived by the Terran merchants when he first entered business.

"As a human race, I've never harmed anyone, and what you're saying is just nonsense. Zhao Yuan ran the train with his mouth, but his attitude was arrogant and contemptuous, which made Wu Lao, who was originally hanging him to fight, but now he was powerless, felt extremely ashamed.

The extreme emotions and desperate situation made Wu Lao almost crazy: "Damn the Terrans, damn the Terrans! I curse you to be like me, when you stand at the top, you will be shot down, fall into the dirt, and live like maggots!"

Zhao Yuan didn't like to hear this, this was a curse for him to eat, so he kicked at the strange man's scolding mouth, and the fifth-order martial artist kicked mercilessly, it was not a joke. The strange man also lost the strong defense he had just now, and his skin suddenly opened, but only the shriveled flesh was exposed, and the blood didn't flow out much, which showed that the battle just now had exhausted his last strength.

The strange man was taken a beating, and he immediately didn't dare to scold, and at the same time, this kick also made him completely sober up, he was already a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Since the curse, Wu Lao's body has become weaker and weaker day by day, and he can only regain his strength by ingesting flesh and blood. But later, the curse deepened, and he needed more and more human blood. At that time, he was the chief guest of the lion clan, and naturally someone provided him with a steady stream of slave flesh and blood, but finally one day, people found that once Wu Lao did not eat human blood, his body would immediately weaken. And because of Wu Lao's strong strength, he usually has a lot of enemies in the lion clan, and some enemies secretly took action and replaced the human blood supplied to Wu Lao with animal blood.

Wu Lao, who didn't notice it at the first time, couldn't defeat the enemy he could crush in the past, so he had to flee in disgrace, catching people and eating along the way. But once he left the place where the crowd was bustling, he had no supply of human blood, and although he was safe, he was also extremely weak.