Habibullah's eyes reddened with urgency, and he swiftly gave chase, with the Four Women right behind him. Thus, they formed four small groups: one fleeing, one pursuing, another pursuing from behind, and, unexpectedly, the Four Women chasing behind those pursuers. It was truly a remarkable sight amid the fierce fighting.
But no one present had any mind to appreciate it. Every guard in the Heavenly Demon Guard contingent was badly wounded, but once they saw the situation clearly, their commander roared, "Kill them! Don't let a single one escape!"
The guards all bellowed, charging wildly at the Black Fire Sect's envoys.
Although the Black Fire Sect's envoys still held the advantage in numbers, their Sect Master and Six Guardian Dharma Kings had all been defeated and were fleeing for their lives. What fighting spirit could they have left? Their morale sank.
When the Heavenly Demon Sect contingent charged toward them with momentum soaring like a rainbow, they did not continue the life-and-death struggle. Instead, they turned and scattered to flee.
"Kill!" The Heavenly Demon Sect's guards were already seeing red. Completely disregarding their own wounds, they pursued the fleeing Black Fire Sect envoys.
Before long, several of the more seriously wounded envoys were caught and battered to death by a flurry of palm strikes, while the remaining envoys had already fled a considerable distance.
The guards still wanted to pursue, but their commander hastily shouted, "No need to chase them!"
Hearing their leader's order, they stopped, however unwilling they felt. As they watched the Black Fire Sect envoys receding into the distance, regret showed on every face.
"Why aren't we chasing them?" one guard asked, still unwilling to let it go.
"Can you catch them? Even if you do, can you kill them? Those who remain are only lightly wounded,