Seeing Wang Yan seemingly rooted to the stone bench, Jiang Yikang couldn't help but snort coldly. He quickly placed his hand on Wang Yan's shoulder, using all his strength to attempt to dispel the magical power binding Wang Yan to the stone bench.
With Jiang Yikang's current cultivation, being the Venerable of the Three Realms, his expression drastically changed as soon as his hand touched Wang Yan's shoulder.
Because he realized that Wang Yan had already merged with the chessboard, and if he forcibly pulled Wang Yan away, the entire chess game would be ruined.
If it was just destroying a chessboard, of course, it wouldn't matter much.
But Jiang Yikang had already sensed that the chessboard represented the entire Human Realm. Destroying the chessboard would be tantamount to destroying the entire Human Realm.
In Jiang Yikang's eyes, Wang Yan was, of course, greater than everything; nothing could compare to Wang Yan.
