Within the brightly lit Great Hall, densely woven with golden patterns, countless cold beams of light shot out from the many strange crystal nodes on the walls, weaving into a gigantic Light Mirror.
"Gentlemen, the Demonkin are cunning and the Human Realm is in peril. Now, there are only a few hours left before the Demonkin's final moment of arrival. What strategies do you have to combat the enemy?"
Ying Si's gaze swept across the gigantic Light Mirror. Dragon-shaped light traversed the mirror's surface, dividing it into more than a dozen frames. Looking at the cultivators within the grid-like mirror surfaces, he couldn't help but say in a cold voice.