At this moment, Tang Zhong stood in front of him as if nothing had happened.
"This… how is this possible?" Nicholas's expression was extraordinarily grim.
He had clearly sensed that he had absorbed enough blood, yet this man seemed completely unaffected. Any ordinary person would have been drained to death, and even if this was a martial artist, it shouldn't be possible for his blood power to be this surging!
"Why stop? Keep going!" Tang Zhong continued smiling and said.
"Won't cry till you see the coffin!" Nicholas said icily, then resumed his blood-sucking. From Tang Zhong, waves of blood energy continuously flowed into Nicholas's body.
At this point, Nicholas already felt a powerful surge. Drinking ordinary blood would never provide such an effect, but now he felt bloated, his body stretched taut from an overflow of power.
Tang Zhong remained unaffected because his blood was simply incomparable to that of ordinary people.
