"It seems we have underestimated this group of rookies!"
The cultivators behind them stared at Li Xiaoqiang with grave expressions, preparing to encircle him. The opponents were too numerous, and their average combat power far surpassed Li Xiaoqiang and his team. Over time, without a doubt, Li Xiaoqiang and his group would surely be defeated.
Just as Li Xiaoqiang was about to issue commands, a middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere in the sky above them. This middle-aged man was dressed in a gray robe, with his hands clasped behind his back.
With a casual wave of his hand, the people surrounding Li Xiaoqiang fell to the ground.
Immediately, one of the middle-aged men stared at the man in the gray robe in the sky and said, "What do you mean by this? This group of rookies is our prey!"
"Heh heh!" the middle-aged man chuckled coldly in response, "This group is mine now. You, get lost!"
His voice carried an undeniable authority.
