Si Kong Xuan was right. The Misty Stone Forest, the front lines, and the Dragon Turtle's position—if they achieved their desired results in any one of those places, they could secure victory. After all, they were only at a disadvantage because they were putting on an act. Their forces at the front lines already outnumbered the forces of the Profound Realm, even after the other side had brought in another two or three million troops.
"Actually, Brother Ling's side is bound to succeed," Zhuge Xun said with firm conviction. "Not because Brother Ling is certain to kill Po Tian and the other Po Family Brothers, or Chi Xue, but because even if he fails to kill them, he can still withdraw safely and then launch a surprise attack on the major sects of the Profound Realm. In that situation, the ambush is sure to succeed."
The disciples of the major sects had either gone to the Misty Stone Forest or made their way to the front lines. Ling Tian and the others were sure to succeed in ambushing them, and the resulting chaos would throw the Profound Realm into turmoil. The major sects would have no choice but to recall their cultivators.
Once the major sects recalled their disciples, the Profound Realm's forces at the front lines would be severely depleted. They would no longer be able to hold back the Northern Profound Realm.
"That's right. Their defeat is inevitable. They lost the moment they sent their disciples to the Misty Stone Forest and the front lines." Old Man Ling's lips curved into a smile. "The reason Tian'er hasn't made his move yet is that he wants to kill as many of Chi Xue and the Po Family Brothers as possible. Those people will be a great threat to our