Trigo let out a cold laugh. This time was different from before.
Before, those damned human gods had naturally been assigned in small batches, and they could only keep chasing the larger groups, avoiding splitting their forces and being picked off in ambushes.
But now, these fellows had scattered completely. That meant they also knew they had reached a dead end, so however many could run, they would let run.
And at this point, they could naturally begin dividing their forces as well. Even if these fellows really had some ambush waiting, Trigo did not believe they could wipe out his entire team.
As long as they could not do that, then once his subordinates dealt with these fellows fleeing separately one by one and gathered together again, they could go back to hunting down the fish that had slipped through the net earlier.
"Listen up. Now everyone split into twenty teams, three people per team, and go after them."
"While pursuing them, remember to observe your surroundings. If you discover an ambush, you may temporarily stop the pursuit and instead move closer toward the other nearby teams! Is that understood?" Trigo instructed his subordinates.
"Understood, my lord!" the Dark Demon Gods replied one after another.
"Very good. Then begin the pursuit now. Dubi, you three go after that damned human brat. Remember, if you discover danger, withdraw immediately!" Trigo pointed in the direction Nalant had fled and gave orders to three of his subordinates.
These three subordinates all possessed Undying Blood, so their strength was considered extremely formidable.
Sending them to pursue Nalant already counted as holding him in very high regard, and it was because that brat had caused eight of their kin to fall earlier.
As for why he was not pursuing him himself?
Trigo's consideration was