The chaos at the central traffic signal had erupted like a volcano and now, like lava cooling over a destroyed surroundings, silence began to settle — but only for a moment.
From every alley and broken path, the women of the Forbidden Soul Sect scrambled to retreat, dragging their injured with them. Their black vans and camouflaged jeeps emerged from hidden corners like fleeing beasts, their doors thrown open, wheels spinning, engines roaring. Blood dripped from their weapons and clothes, but none of them looked back. Their once-proud sect now tasted humiliation, and the sting of defeat was unbearable.
"Move! Move faster! We'll be exposed if you delay!" one of the elder women shouted as they hoisted unconscious disciples into the vehicles.
Screams of pain mingled with the growls of angry warriors.
But the Black Sword Sect was not finished.
