Twelve People

Zhou Qiubai borrowed the momentum to retreat three steps. Right now, he needed to open up some distance and reset his rhythm.

However, just as he reached the third step, his foot suddenly sank, and at some point, a patch of shadow had appeared on the ground.

Qi Mingqian's chess formation had already spread beneath his feet.

A black piece landed in the center of his shadow, pinning it firmly in place.

This was his Soul Skill, Shadow-Fixing Piece.

Zhou Qiubai's body was forced to stop for half a breath, but half a breath in battle was a massive opening.

Luo Nanxing's shortsword, Mu Qianshan's heavy blade, and Xu Rang's long spear attacked from three directions at the same time.

Three paths struck together, with no order of priority.

Yang Guyun saw this and did not rush over to help. Instead, he swept the Returnless Spear from right to left in a half circle, the spear tip carving a deep groove into the ground. The Spear Intent that burst out forced Huzi and Bai Fushan back a step at the same time.

Then he dragged his spear and charged toward Zhou Qiubai, pulling out a long trail of sparks. The spear tip scraped against the stone slabs with an ear-piercing metallic howl.

After nine steps, Yang Guyun's speed had already risen to its peak.

Second Soul Skill, Swift; First Soul Skill, Pierce.

His target was not anyone else, but the black piece beneath Zhou Qiubai's feet.

The spear tip struck the black piece with perfect precision. The instant the chess piece exploded, the shadow trapping Zhou Qiubai's ankles collapsed and scattered with it.

However, the remaining force had not faded. The spear tip pierced through the ground and blasted out a pit three feet wide. Broken stones flew everywhere, dust