Were they really going to lose?
Even Mentor had died. It seemed there was no possibility of holding out any longer.
"Come here, Donglai. Those people have only blinded you for the moment. I'll explain things to this lord beside me. You won't be punished."
Futu beckoned.
Xing nodded.
"Indeed. The Star Gate Faction has recognized its mistakes and is willing to change. As long as you join me in purging the others, Blue Star will be yours to rule."
Hearing this, Zhao Donglai glanced at the dispirited members of the various factions around her. Even the Celestial God Faction, once despised like rats in the streets, had not crossed over to the other side.
It was ironic, but it was the truth.
The Celestial God Faction, which claimed to be wholly aligned with the Divine Envoys, still stood with humanity, ready to fight a bloody battle, after seeing a glimmer of hope for the independence of Blue Star's humans.
Yet the Star Gate Faction, which claimed to have negotiated with the Divine Envoys and secured countless rights for Blue Star, had helped the Divine Envoys suppress their own people without the slightest hesitation.
How laughable.
Zhao Donglai abruptly pointed the Tachi in her hand at Futu, her voice cool and sharp.
"Teacher, you brought me back from the battlefield and raised me. Since I was little, you taught me not to let material things burden me, nor to cling to life out of fear for my own safety. But now, why have you become like this?
I don't understand, but even if I don't understand, I cannot betray my convictions.
I can only prove my resolve through death."
"Proving your resolve through death is your reason for pointing your sword at your teacher?"
Futu rebuked her, his expression cold.