Facing Salena Carpenter's shout, these people didn't pay any attention.
All their gazes were on Ethan Smith, as an elderly man took a step forward and said indifferently, "Ethan, my friend, you should understand why we are here."
Ethan Smith sneered, "You want my blood essence?"
"No, no, no. If we each took a drop of your blood essence, you would be drained," the old man shook his head.
Ethan Smith raised his eyebrows, "Then what do you mean?"
"Just give us a few drops of your fresh blood, and that will be enough. We believe that the chaotic body's blood certainly has the same effect," the old man said.
"Old bastard, I think you'd better shut up. Our purpose here is to obtain his blood essence. As for whether he lives or dies, it has nothing to do with us!" At this time, another group of people suddenly shouted.
"Exactly, we do not want ordinary blood."
"Ethan Smith, hand over your blood essence, and we might spare your life!"