They had already retreated to that underground chamber.
Nearly half of them were lost;
The survivors were all injured;
Every face carried confusion and a heavy sense of defeat.
A few Spiritual Ability Users who weren't good at self-healing had their skin starting to rot, but fortunately, a few B-level Spiritual Ability Users who specialized in healing were busy stabilizing their wounds.
Angel was on the verge of madness.
Her hair was disheveled, her entire latex suit scorched black, her once fine tall figure now only a shadow of distress, pacing back and forth on an open space.
"Why!"
"That damned barrier wall! What the hell is that thing!"
At this moment, a handsome young man came over.
Angel, like an enraged lioness, turned her head and yelled, "What do you want!"
Li Qiwei, holding two bottles of drinks, shrank back in fright, then raised the bottles slightly.
Angel closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the opened bottle, taking a swig.
