Chapter 669

Takeda Hisatsuna jolted back to his senses. Only then did he remember that while escaping for their lives was important, keeping the army steady and preventing it from collapsing was equally important.

He finally calmed down and ordered the great army to rest where they were.

They were not entirely a ragtag troupe. With just a reminder from Hu Jing, they formed up and sat down in formation. The heroes followed suit, sitting among their formations. Whenever they rose, they did so three at a time, and the formation automatically closed up until all three returned.

This way, everyone knew who had left and who had been gone too long, front, back, left, and right. It could prevent people from being ambushed.

Takeda Hisatsuna was still deeply uneasy. In his early years, he had seen Shinto priests battle with spells. It had truly been unfathomable, like gods and ghosts; those with profound cultivation directly wielded the power of nature against one another.

Just as he was thinking this, there came a crack, a clap of thunder out of nowhere that frightened him into leaping straight up.

Everyone was startled and raised their heads toward the sky.

In the pitch-black sky, white-violet lightning flickered faintly. After a thunderclap, the lightning pressed beneath the dark clouds became even more frequent, like the branches of a thousand trees flashing into view beneath spring light.

There was no thunder, no wind. Everyone looked up at this silent confrontation.

The lightning within the black clouds grew more numerous, faster, and thicker, nearly piercing the darkness and striking straight into the crowns of their heads.

Everyone craned their necks upward, eyes wide as they watched tensely.

Hu Jing vaguely knew that the lightning represented their side. His fists clenched involuntarily. Amid the dead silence, he sensed