No, he didn't breathe as hard as he could with his mouth. As time passed, he only felt his brain getting heavier, his breathing becoming extremely difficult. But he didn't draw out the red blood from Zhang Ru's body.
"Hold on! It should be soon," said Lin Xiaoxin.
Like a machine, he repeatedly sucked blood and spat it out. In the end, he didn't know if Zhang Ru's blood was his own. He only knew an endless cycle of sucking blood and spitting it out!
By the time he arrived, his eyes were invisible, but he didn't care at all, continuing to suck blood on the rope.
His voice seemed muddled, and he often took a deep breath before sucking a mouthful of blood!
Again and again.
To an extent, he couldn't shoot.
"Master! I tried my best," Lin Xiao said, then plummeted to the ground, uncertain of life and death! Their opponent, now dead, grabbed a Ru's foot bone, and just ate!
He didn't notice a drop of bright red blood slowly dripping from the wound on Zhang Ru's calf.
