Unconvinced, Jun Yu waved her robes and scattered another hundred-odd pieces on the Astral Chessboard, setting the second Ling Long Zugzwang.
All these years, she had been focused on resolving the Ling Long Zugzwangs. Therefore, she had long memorized all nine Ling Long Zugzwangs.
Su Zimo had just resolved one Ling Long Zugzwang and was in high spirits.
When he saw Jun Yu set up the second set, he did not hesitate and observed the chessboard immediately.
For the second Ling Long Zugzwang, although the situation of the black chess pieces was completely different from the previous game, it was still a hopeless situation!
First, Su Zimo tried to resolve it himself. Two hours later, although he had some clues, he was still unsure and did not make a move for a long time.
He closed his eyes once more and imagined himself as a black piece in the Ling Long Zugzwang—how was he going to break free from such a group attack?
