C330 Candidate for Postponement

Puff!

Consul Fang spat out a mouthful of blood, which flowed along the long crystal spike and onto the ground.

"Don't, don't worry about me …" Consul Fang struggled to shout. He wanted to break away from the thorns, but his bloody palms continued to slip, turning into mush.

"Am I going to die here?"

Consul Fang's gaze gradually dispersed. A figure approached her