Within the Chess Grid, Lu Ye stood alone, while an enormous die loomed at its very center.
The die was half a man tall. It did not appear to be a physical object, but a phantom projection.
Lu Ye's heart stirred, and he immediately understood what it was.
Yuan Xi had mentioned this very thing to him before. As the Chess Game progressed, its Rules would gradually change. This was the first change.
Such dice were not unique within the Chess Game; there were many of them, drawing both Chess Players to dispatch their Chess Pieces to fight over them. Every die claimed could give one's own Chess Player certain advantages in deployment, making them prizes both sides had to contend for.
When Lu Ye had first heard that this change had appeared, he had wanted to compete for them. But Yuan Xi had said that even the closest die was more than ten grids away, so he had dismissed the thought.
Yet Yuan Xi had now moved him directly here. This meant he had crossed at least a dozen grids in a single move.
As thoughts raced through his mind, Black Blood stood beside the chessboard with a gloomy face, utterly vexed.
The opposing Chess Player kept revealing more and more surprising methods, yet the source he needed to target was still alive. Jiao had clearly been only one step away, yet all his efforts had come to nothing.
There was no longer any chance to continue the pursuit, because Yuan Xi had personally acted this time and moved Lu Ye to a position far from Jiao.
Even if he wanted to dispatch Jiao there, he was powerless to do so.
Yuan Xi had displayed such a method this time. If that Human Race Weapon Cultivator did not die,