C898 Death of the Chess Devil

Before the grand hall of the Chess Devil, the stark contrast of black and white was unmistakable.

Lee Mo stood with a calm demeanor, his eyes alight with a piercing intensity. In the subtle curl of his hand, strands of Pseudo-Spiritual Energy gathered and dispersed.

Loong Yan was at his side, her hands clenched tightly, her eyes vigilantly trained on the hall's entrance