Losing Track of Time on the Mountain

"War is all about ruses."

"Don't let the flowers dazzle your eyes. You have to learn to find a pattern in this chaotic chessboard."

Number 4 spoke.

He casually threw out a top-grade blood essence and placed it on the chessboard.

It was like the finishing touch.

In an instant, endless light burst forth.

The entire chess formation seemed to have come alive.

The scattered blood essences seemed to have transformed into iron-armored divine weapons that surrounded Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was able to sense this.

Number 4's will was surging.

One could vaguely see circles of wavy patterns on Number Four's head.

Countless threads were connected to the patterns.

At this moment, these threads were controlling the stone that looked like armor.

At this moment, Number 4 suddenly spoke.