Seeing Li Hao struggle, the Spirit Clan elder smiled, following closely to confine Li Hao's chess path.
Li Hao knit his brows in deep thought, each move becoming incredibly difficult.
Beside him, the middle-aged Spirit Clansman remained expressionless, having already discerned that Li Hao's struggle was akin to that of a trapped beast, doomed to fail.
After all, this young man's chess ability was already a step behind the elder's; initially trapped, any attempt at escape now seemed impossible.
As each piece was placed, cold sweat began to appear on Li Hao's forehead; he extended his reach with the sword's hilt, only to lose more, as he could no longer protect other territories. If he abandoned them, the opponent's strategy would soon swallow him whole.
Boom!
Two blood-red claws crushed down with immense force, overwhelming immortal power combined with some sort of primordial Daoist Charm, enveloping the sword light and striking the young man down to the mountain below.
