That "tongue" was truly terrifying, absolutely possessing the combat power of a "Strong Ancestor Master".
The mounts cried out in agony, but couldn't struggle, quickly turning into blood and bone.
"You!"
The hunters looked at Qin Ming in the distance, filled with anger, grief, and frustration, yet unable to change anything.
Their bodies were destroyed instantly, their spiritual consciousness couldn't escape, quickly torn apart and soon "licked" clean.
At this moment, only ghostly wails remained.
Even the immortal skin was caught by the fiery tongue, and the runes eroded it to a point where it was exceedingly dull, unable for a moment to escape.
"Although it has something to do with Earth Immortals, it's not as powerful as imagined." Qin Ming said, opening his Newborn's Eye to observe.
Poof!
Finally, the tongue, as large as a mountain, spat it out, as if with great disgust.
