Slowly, the figures watching Qingyi revealed themselves.
They were just like ordinary humans, the only real difference being the presence of sharp claws, a pair of feline ears and a fluffy tail, as well as eyes not different from those of an ordinary cat.
They wore clothes made from different types of animal skins and held spears, bows and throwing knives.
"They look like catfolk, they come from the same land as Xueyao's people."
Ruxue's voice echoed in Qingyi's mind, who nodded, still not letting his guard down.
There were around twenty opponents. Most of them were in the False Immortal realm, with only one whose cultivation was so deep that Qingyi could barely sense him.
Strangely, he wasn't among the group that surrounded Qingyi, just watching silently from afar.
His eyes showed surprise when he saw Qingyi's gaze focused on him.
"This one looks strong..."
"Would he be good prey for the great hunt?"
