Outside the Eastern Heavenly Gate, in the temporary command center of the Spiritual Race's expeditionary army. The commander-in-chief of the Spiritual Race's expeditionary army, Xu Zhijia, was chatting with his chief of staff, Xu Yilong.
On the jade chessboard, the black and white pieces kept falling. Xu Yilong was like a tiger, his attacks were sharp. However, Xu Zhijia could always easily resolve Xu Yilong's attacks. Moreover, in his defense, he vaguely formed a sharp attack that was unstoppable. It made Xu Yilong's forehead sweat.
This scene made Xu Zhijia smile. "Yilong, you're being presumptuous! If you care too much about the outcome, you won't be able to escape the outcome. It'll be difficult to win."
Xu Yilong wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said with a bitter smile, "Commander, playing chess with you makes me feel like I'm on a tragic battlefield. To be honest, I feel that it might be easier to fight at the front."
