One by one, the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect, their eyes red with madness, charged frenziedly toward the front, chasing the enemy thousands of miles before they gradually came to their senses from their fury.
And from a distance, the voice of Nie Jie also travelled over.
"Disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect, stop the pursuit, clean up the battlefield, and attend to the wounded!"
He really couldn't let the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect continue the chase any longer, if they did, they would be too far from the sect gates.
What if it was the enemy's strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
What if the enemy had more ambushes?
He had to be careful and cautious.
Moreover, if the pursuit continued and they drove the enemy to desperation, the enemy would fight desperately too. In the end, it would be the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect who would suffer losses!
