C627 Fudan

San Mei withdrew out of the Channels, fiercely spitting out a mouthful of blue blood, her face as white as paper.

A hundred or so people rushed out right after him, looking even more pathetic than before.

Er Kun's face darkened, "What happened?"

San Mei said softly: "There are only 32 people there. The spatial channel has been messed up, and we are unable to resist