Tang Hao was indeed wiping his drool.
In his eyes, the primitive tribe had always been a delicious delicacy and a great tonic. He had eaten the 7th tribulation primitive beasts, but he had never tasted the 8th tribulation.
The flesh and blood of these eight tribulation beasts must be even more delicious, and the spiritual essence contained in them must be even more amazing. As long as he cut off a palm-sized piece, it would be enough for him to condense a drop of immortal blood.
The true bodies of these strange beasts were huge, each of them over a hundred thousand feet in size. At this moment, they had deliberately shrunk their bodies in order to adapt to the size of the tomb.
With their size, as long as he cut off an arm or a wing, he would be able to break through to the ten thousand Blood Realm.
However, Tang Hao was only thinking about it. With his current strength, he could not even touch a single hair on these exotic beasts.
