Within the Chess Grid, Lu Ye hunched over as if crushed beneath an unbearable burden. Gripping his saber in both hands, he struggled to raise it.
The Spell Cultivator's spells came relentlessly, battering him until he staggered.
The three Body Cultivators charged in forcefully, swiftly closing in, killing intent blazing in their eyes.
Yet at that instant, the gelatinous substance wrapped around Lu Ye and the Crag Mountain Saber melted away like snow beneath the blazing sun, and his hunched body straightened.
It had to be said that the Secret Technique cast by that Spell Cultivator had some substance to it. Binding spells like this had little killing power, but they were the most disgusting and troublesome sort—exactly the type Weapon Cultivators like Lu Ye hated most. Once struck, one's speed would be greatly restricted.
To break this sort of spell, one either had to evade it with speed or shatter it with force.
Lu Ye could not evade through speed, but his more than two thousand one hundred strands of Dao Power far surpassed that of the Spell Cultivator. Breaking the spell was not difficult for him.
He merely needed to choose the right moment.
This was the perfect moment. Black Piece's turn had just begun, and he had at least twenty breaths to kill his enemies. Moreover, after those twenty breaths, Yuan Xi would not necessarily have to place a piece immediately. She could delay a little longer!
The sudden change left the three incoming enemies staring in astonishment. Only then did the Body Cultivators realize that everything Lu Ye had shown earlier had been an act, meant solely to lure them into the urn. Now that they had charged in, it would take quite some time before they could retreat again.
Remembering the terrifying strength Lu Ye