"This is the eighth prey."

The short, stout man in a black robe blocking Bai Yu's path let out a sinister laugh.

The black-robed man behind Bai Yu, as thin as a bamboo pole, said coldly, "What a pity it's just a small fry at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Old Xiao, I'll leave this one to you. I'm too lazy to make a move."

The short, stout man in the black robe chuckled, "No problem, no problem. It's about time I got some exercise."