The center of Zhou Mo's forehead was pierced by the treasure toad's tongue. His entire body trembled violently, bending like a shrimp.
"Swish!"
The treasure toad retracted its tongue, licking the mucus from the edge of its mouth.
Zhou Mo's corpse fell to the ground. After twitching a few times, it stopped moving.
Qin An gazed at everything before him, holding the black knife, and met the eyes of the treasure toad.
"There's one more. Today's blood meal is quite enough."
The treasure toad opened its large mouth and spewed a puff of black gas at Qin An.
The black gas was foul and highly toxic.
It hadn't expected to encounter two cultivators just after coming out of seclusion.
This meal today would last it for a long time.
In the black gas, the treasure toad extended its long tongue.
This was its usual tactic.
First, it used the black gas to obscure the enemy's vision, and when the enemy retreated, the long tongue would take their life.
