Even though Shen Ci'an tried hard to stabilize himself, ever since Xuan Che sacrificed himself, his strength had significantly diminished after splitting off, far from his former Blood Emperor power.
Instincts were even harder to suppress.
An uncontrollable scorching itch surged up in his throat.
The warm beast blood, like needles dipped in fire, pierced straight through his tightly drawn barrier of spiritual power, stabbing into the deepest, primal desire within his blood.
He was a pure-blooded Blood Clan Beastman, and bloodlust was an instinct engraved in his bones and blood, an innate source of power.
Yet at this moment, this desire had become the heaviest shackle.
Once he lost control, he would lose his reason.
Especially once he started drinking blood, he might not stop, thus failing to protect his wife.
He dared not release his instincts at all.
This Plant-type Beastman's power was quite strange, and he could not afford to underestimate it.
