Dugu Sheng wanted to give chase, but abandoned the thought after a moment's consideration. Besides, Hong Yi, who stood ten feet away from him, swayed, looking as though he was about to collapse.
Dugu Sheng hurried over to Hong Yi's side and caught him.
"That was far too reckless. Your injuries have gotten worse!" Dugu Sheng said, quickly pressing his right palm against Hong Yi's back.
"Reckless? If I could seriously wound Dalha, or even kill him, what would these injuries matter? In any case, only by driving Dalha back could we have a chance of holding Border Pass. At the very least, we could buy ourselves a few more days," Hong Yi said, his face pale and utterly bloodless.
Dugu Sheng said nothing more and concentrated on helping Hong Yi heal.
With Dalha leaping off the city wall and fleeing, Habibullah naturally realized that things had taken a turn for the worse.
Li Wujing's arrival had already put him under tremendous pressure. Now that Dalha had fled, how could he foolishly keep resisting? If he did not leave now, he might never get away.
He had seen Dalha defeated by Dugu Sheng. Although Hong Yi had wounded Dalha first, it was still enough to prove Dugu Sheng's strength.
After the two great masters, Dalha and Habibullah, fled, the other Esoteric Sect experts naturally lost any desire to keep fighting and hurriedly called for their men to retreat.
"Do not pursue! Cut them down with arrows!" General Yang hurriedly shouted.
The soldiers and Jianghu fighters who had been about to give chase stopped in their tracks. Countless arrows, of course, followed the fleeing Khitan experts.
But these arrows had little effect. These were all Esoteric Sect experts, after all. Aside from a few unlucky souls who were struck by arrows