In the mountains.
Jiang Ning stood up.
His long hair was scattered, dancing wildly.
"The consumption on the body is even greater now!" He murmured, feeling the omnipresent hunger within him.
The hunger in his stomach was like a flame searing his heart, causing his stomach to subtly convulse.
"Perhaps the three blood transfusions will require external help!" A thought flashed through his mind.
The second blood transfusion, the creation of new blood, clearly placed a larger burden on the body.
His body conveyed a feeling of being starved to madness.
But his gaze remained calm and unwavering at this moment.
Having reached this step, if he couldn't fully control his own body, he would truly be a waste.
The hunger of the body could not shatter his sanity.
Then, he slightly sensed the changes happening all around him.
He raised his hand, and a golden light flashed; a piece of blood-red crystal appeared in his hand.
