When the decision to fire at the aliens was made and the final order given, both the old rascal and Ye Zi could clearly see the old man sitting before them. There was a sense of unwavering determination about him; it was a choice made with immense resolve.
Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back for the arrow.
The consequences of this must also be borne together.
"Fire!"
The old man was expressionless, staring at the images on the screen, where Demon Lord Holy Son was rushing straight towards the summit of Moonwatch Peak. From a bird's-eye view, his speed was incredibly fast, and in no time, he would reach the top.
As soon as the elder uttered the two words, you could clearly feel the breaths of the other decision-makers become heavier. Opening fire on the alien martial artists meant bearing corresponding consequences. Since the most powerful decision-maker among them had decided to act, it was clear that all outcomes had been considered.
Swish.
