C1189 Secondary Battlefield

God Realm, Glass Hall.

Heavenly Saint Han Yi sat on a silver chair and looked at the blue projection in front of him. He did not say a word.

He couldn't see anything clearly on the blue projection.

Whether it was his own alien cultivators, the Twelve Saints s, Ye Ning's reinforcements, there was nothing.

Everything was annihilated by the colliding fire of the spirit energy, spells