"You'll agree even if you don't want to!"
Abe no Seimei appeared very imposing.
"Hehe!"
Chen Yishui gently smiled, flicked a chess piece with his fingers, and threw it into mid-air where it transformed into a giant chessboard, covering Tang Yi.
The Martial Souls of the Martial Dao Myth were myriad and peculiar, and Chen Yishui's Martial Soul was even more extraordinary—it was a chess piece that could morph into countless forms.
At that moment, it even turned into a chessboard, before which stood five soldiers with long spears in front of Tang Yi, and between these soldiers and Tang Yi stood two large cannons.
On either side of Tang Yi stood a bodyguard clad in armor, and behind each, a heavily armored elephant.
Further back were two powerful steeds, and at the rear, there were armed chariots on both sides.
All these chariot soldiers were arrayed around Tang Yi, forming a massive defense network, providing Tang Yi with extremely tight protection.
