Above Kunyun Mountain, the oppressive atmosphere spread around Yan Xuetian and the Saint Master for a hundred miles, empty of any soul.
"Even if you enslave these people to self-destruct, it'll only delay the battle, the outcome is already determined, it won't change."
Yan Xuetian thought the Saint Master's tactics were incredibly foolish, they might have reversed the battle to some extent, but they also left flaws.
The Blood Moon Organization could make a big deal out of this, branding the Holy Land as an unforgivably evil force.
The members of the Holy Land would also harbor doubts, with a higher possibility of betraying the Holy Land.
In the end, it's certain that the Blood Moon Organization would emerge victorious!
"Until the very end, who can assert there's only one possible outcome?"
The Saint Master's expression did not show clear joy or anger, which made Yan Xuetian somewhat unable to see through him.
"The old monsters I know wouldn't cling to such naive beliefs."