Fu Yuhua cursed, "If this goes on, we're going to lose money."
"We've already made a loss, Sect Master. They didn't pay for the teleportation this time. The Mystic Spirit Palace is going to push the cost to us."
The First Elder smiled bitterly.
"F*ck!"
Fu Yuhua looked elegant, but he liked to curse. He cursed, "F*ck, turn off the Array Formation. If this continues, my Dian Cang Sword Sect will lose everything."
Han Dade and the others, who had already recovered a lot, opened their eyes and looked up at the teleportation beam that still existed. All of them were stunned.
"It's not over yet. Something must have gone wrong."
"That guy is probably dead."
"I'm too unlucky. Something actually happened to the cross-border teleportation. I haven't even fought the Demon Race yet."
"It's a bad omen to die before you can succeed."
The seven cultivators who came over more or less had some thoughts.
