Hearing Wynton’s shouts, James smiled calmly.

He finally understood why the powerhouses from the unorthodox sects were weaker than Waitara yet could fight against him for countless years, causing him endless headaches.

It wasn’t because these powerhouses had strange Supernatural Powers.

Rather, it was because they were formed by the Daoisms of the strongest and second strongest Caeloros Gods, Frona and Yefrenes. Their Daoisms had a natural restraint on Waitara’s Waltraud Power.

At this moment, the Xwem Chessboard absorbed the Sword Lights that Wynton had shot out, shrunk, and returned to James.

“It has been three moves. It’s my turn.” As he spoke, James slowly stood up. “Wynton, I’ll give you one more chance. Surrender and tell me the whereabouts of the other two Soremsias. Otherwise, I won’t spare your life.”

Upon hearing that, Wynton laughed, his laughter echoing throughout the entire River of Time.

“If I tell you that, will you surrender?”

James sighed. A dazzling amethyst-g