Over the sky, there are successive shadows passing by, and the voice of the breaking void rips the rolling clouds apart.

Yan Yi-leng is in the first place. At the moment, his eyes are staring ahead. From time to time, there are cold flashes. As for the strong Protoss behind him, they are also depressed. This time, they thought they would accomplish the task easily. Who knows, but they will end up in such a situation.

The most miserable person is the celestial god, who has been wounded and killed. The powerful celestial God who has broken his arm has not yet recovered and is still immersed in the terrible...