Sorrow takes the twisted darkness on its body as its child and holds the darkness.
At this point, the game is already half over, and the black and white pieces are fighting fiercely on the board. You eat my piece, and I surround your piece. The outcome is still unknown.
Yun Heng held up his chin, watching as sadness "rubbed" out a ball of "black mud" on his body, which he molded into a black piece and dropped on the chessboard. His baby face was full of disgust.
"Master, it's just a game of chess. There's no need to be so disgusting, right?"
A crack appeared on the dark head of sorrow, and the voice was layered with joy: "Don't worry about these details."
Yun Heng shrugged, pondered for a moment, and made a move.
Sadness rolled up a new ball of mud from near his armpits, stared at the chessboard, and said thoughtfully, "Yun Heng, why are you so stubborn?"
As he spoke, he dropped the black piece, as if persuading, as if threatening: "There is no way you can succeed."
Yun Heng smiled nonchalantly, "How do you know if you can succeed if you don't try?"
Sadness's mouth grinned even wider: "What do you rely on?"
He paused, then said with great interest, "Let me guess... Of all the Chinese Martial Immortals you can still invite, Xiao Yilan is probably the only one left."
"Oh, no, Yunsheng might be nearby..."
"And Zeng Jianguo, if it's a short time, he can come."
"Also, let's take into account the three ninth-rank knights that the Arctic Alliance can mobilize at most."
"So, you now have eight ninth-level people..."
As Sadness spoke, the asphalt on his body kept squirming and emitting a disgusting smell.
"Yun Heng," He looked at the still expressionless little round face across from him, a little puzzled, "Do you think that with eight ninth-level warriors, even with Yun Sheng included, you can definitely win?"
Yun Heng placed the white piece down, made a gesture of invitation, and responded casually: "It is enough to deal with the master's lineage."
"I'm afraid that the master will not abide by the moral code of martial arts and bring in foreign aid to bully a 200-year-old kid like me."
Sadness smiled while stroking his palm, and he didn't respond to Yun Heng's words: "Even if it's a ninth-level battle force, we are balancing each other."
"But have you ever considered that at the seventh and eighth levels, you are far from being our opponents."
"How many human Grandmasters and Grandmasters are there along the entire defense line?"
"Forty, or fifty?"
"Are you planning to kill them all in one battle?"
"Yun Heng, can you afford the consequences?"
These words were extremely harsh, and every word was like a hammer hitting people's hearts.
Yun Heng still smiled, said nothing, and only gestured to Bei Ku to make a move.
Unexpectedly, after a moment of sadness and sorrow, he waved his hand and shattered the entire "chessboard".
The white clouds and black mud instantly dispersed and disappeared into the void.
Then, his body quickly disintegrated and melted away, leaving behind only one sentence: "Yun Heng, your heart is truly dark."
Yun Heng:!!!
Yun Heng, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly stood up.
He looked at the passage and the endless abyss with a slightly stunned expression.
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Thanks to Mr. Magnetic Storm Coil X for his "God Certification". I will continue to +1 for the chapters I owe you. I will make up for it together when I am back to normal.
By the way, has anyone ever experienced this situation of tachycardia and pain in the temples? This is the first time I've encountered it, and I can only rely on ibuprofen to relieve it. Taking other medicines is useless...
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