Jiu You and Wujiu remained silent, but their grim expressions already spoke volumes.
These tactics made no distinction between friend and foe, which was enough to explain everything.
They could even foresee that it wouldn't be long before the lower-level cultivators would be completely exhausted.
When that time comes, only a few of them would remain, and their end might not be any better.
"Do we still need to kill Han Yu?"
Wujiu's grim face suddenly showed a trace of confusion, as if no matter what they did, there would be no good outcome.
No matter how well they did, they could still be silenced.
The same could be said for the Celestial Dao Sect on the other side.
Even if... even if Central Continent won in the end, they would still have to die.
For a moment, Wujiu realized there was no path to survival.
No matter which of the three sides won, they would all be done for.
It was so absurd.
