In this way, the two unknowingly each placed fifty to sixty chess pieces.
Together they placed about one hundred and twenty pieces, and at this point, the game had entered the middle stage, where the outcome would be decided.
Currently, however, the game was still in a stalemate, with neither side overwhelming the other.
The space around them subtly fluctuated, the cultivation technique of spiritual power rising and falling, and the killing aura leaking out.
If observed closely, you would see Long Hang's face was solemn, with sweat soaking his forehead and dripping all over his body.
In contrast, Yang Xiao had only a few tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and his expression remained calm and normal.
A guard always stood nearby, watching the two, and seeing their state, felt slightly uneasy but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. After hesitating a moment, he walked towards the control room at the back of the competition hall.
