Chapter 362: Rounding Up Works_1

The ground shudders, but the mountains don't sway.

The earth cracks, but the mountains don't crumble.

Disaster rises like a tide, war is brewing, guns are moving like serpents.

In the midst of chaos, the Champion Marquis strides as if on flat ground, with a clear objective, aiming straight for two Marquis Level Imperial mechas.

The alien dust storm that has already risen to a height of a kilometer can sever the communication between Federation and Imperial mechas, but it cannot block Ji Xinghe's determination.

The moment the explosion occurred, a chessboard had already formed in Ji Xinghe's mind. Between the grids of the chessboard, there were two hundred and twenty-four chess pieces scattered.

There was no black or white.

Because sitting atop this chessboard, Ji Xinghe was not a chess piece, he was the player.