In an instant, those monks in black robes and covered faces swooped down from the clouds with their swords, like gulls and herons fighting for food, and attacked the camp below that had suffered heavy casualties.
Asher Mo had already reacted by now. As the Emperor of Stepping Immortals in his previous life, the auras of these people controlled by the Zhenlong chess pieces were too obvious. These chess pieces were exquisitely made, perfect, and powerful, completely different from the half-baked ones made by Xu Shuanglin.
There is no way they can be their opponent.
Asher Mo turned around in horror and yelled at those people who had never experienced the true power of Zhenlong Chess: "Run!!"
He tightly grasped Gabriel Chu's wrist, and pulled up Jiang Xi who was kneeling on the ground. He pushed everyone along the way, his pupils shrinking sharply.
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