Infiltrating the Game

The enormous virtual chessboard on the ceiling was now brightest with cyan light, which occupied nearly eighty to ninety percent of its glow.

Li Guanqi had only eight chess pieces in his palm. Struggling to make do, he could only carve out a narrow straight path.

The black mist represented by the chess pieces was completely unable to compare with that cyan light.

But as Huangfu Jiajia, Su Chenghe, and Zhu Xiaoning continuously reported more and more information on Sin Objects,

the number of chess pieces in Li Guanqi's palm steadily increased, giving him increasingly more room to maneuver.

Starting from the southwest corner, a black dragon formed from twenty-seven black pieces burst into the cyan ghost tide, breathing flames.

At first, the black dragon cut through thorns and brambles with unstoppable momentum, reclaiming most of the first floor in one stroke.

But unfortunately, it lacked the strength to follow through. After driving the ghost tide to within three meters of the main entrance, it was met by a fierce counterattack, and all its efforts came to nothing.

At the sight of this, Su Chenghe's heart seemed to stop for an instant. He glanced at the time and quietly asked:

"How is it? Is there still time?"

A cold bead of sweat ran down Li Guanqi's forehead. He had no energy to spare for an answer.

He looked at the black pieces in the chess box. Rather than hurriedly placing another piece, he closed his eyes.

Faces, Sin Objects, and routes raced through his mind, being processed and calculated.

He needed to identify at least three advantageous plans before putting them onto the board for deduction.

Only a minute and a half remained.

Beneath the outwardly calm but deeply oppressive atmosphere, Li Guanqi's pressure continued to mount.

The ghost infants,