The air was eerily still.
The two younger members of the Time Group recalled the scene from moments ago in disbelief, while sensing that they had lost contact with the Golden Clock in their eyes.
The same thought arose in both their minds.
Their opponent was a formidable enemy beyond their comprehension.
The next instant, their expressions turned grave as they slowly backed away, not even daring to make a sound.
Liu Di, already focused on the chessboard, said flatly, "I'll repeat myself. Bring whoever's in charge."
The two young Time Group members instantly stiffened.
The burly man frowned and whispered, "Call the acting captain. He's at the foot of the mountain."
The slender woman, whose extreme arrogance had vanished into uncertainty, said nothing. She merely nodded to herself and lightly reached for the communicator at her waist.
Barely three minutes passed.
A figure in a black cloak charged powerfully up from the foot of the mountain. He shot straight upward, traversing the steep slopes of Xiuxiang Mountain as though walking on level ground, his aura imposing.
As he rushed through the temple gates, an invisible aura accompanied him. From afar, he shouted, "As expected of a generation's Savior. I had to come personally!"
Without even turning around, Liu Di picked up a white chess piece. Fluid Metal spread out and coated it in matte black.
With a sharp flick of his hand, the black chess piece flew free, becoming a straight streak of black light.
The tiny piece was only 1.5 centimeters wide, yet it carried momentum comparable to a locomotive.
With a thunderous boom.
The piece slammed into the acting captain's chest. Before he could even enter the courtyard, his body was sent flying back, crashing all the way down the mountain—back where he had come from.
Liu