Under the perception of the Heaven and Earth chessboard, the murderous intent eight hundred miles away is completely unable to hide.
Thick death qi and corpse qi almost transformed into an evil flood dragon coiling atop the chessboard, surging and sweeping over those figures.
Li Che felt the water vapor spreading over him, listening to the thunderous sound of the heavy rain beating on the deck.
He slowly exhaled a breath.
"Corpse God Cult..."
He sensed the terrifying yet familiar aura fed back by the Heaven and Earth chessboard.
For Li Che, the aura of the Corpse God Cult's evil people was something extremely familiar.
"It's you again..."
"Truly a restless apparition, not afraid to be killed, huh!"
Li Che's voice became incomparably cold.
"In confrontation with Ji Mo Li, the Corpse God Cult surprisingly dispatched so many strong individuals to appear by the Grand Canal."
"The Corpse God Cult can orchestrate such a grand movement away from Jizhou..."
