An image arose in many people's minds.
It was as if a black stone had been placed in the center of the white stones, trying to break out and connect with its own thick formation. Yet on the only path forward, a white stone had been planted squarely in its way, cutting off its return.
Cut.
Zhao Wuhuai's escaping form was blocked, and his heart shook with astonishment.
This blocking power was not strong. He could break through it quickly, but with this mere moment of obstruction, Xi Yue and Qiu Niu's attacks had already descended upon him once more. It was difficult to evade them now; he had no choice but to take the blow head-on.
Judging from the power of that obstruction, the opponent was merely in the early Qianyuan stage, absolutely no higher than the third level. Why could a Qianyuan cultivator catch his movements? Why could they keep up with his speed and strike at precisely the right moment to stop him? So many Qianyuan cultivators were present, Cheng Cheng included, yet none had managed it. They could see through it but could not keep up. What gave an early Qianyuan cultivator the right?
The Chess Fanatic had not waited until Zhao Wuhuai was fleeing before acting to block him.
He had already made his move when Xi Yue and Qiu Niu attacked. At that time, he had not even seen where Zhao Wuhuai's figure was.
As long as one accurately judged the situation, knew the enemy would certainly break out, and considered the positions of Xi Yue and Qiu Niu, one could predict in advance the direction most likely for the enemy's escape and simply lay down the formation there. There was no need even to see Zhao Wuhuai's exact movements.
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