Retreat

Zhang Weiyi saw his head loll limply to one side. His heart jolted, and his hands went weak with fright as he lunged forward and grabbed his hand. "Th-this, this... what happened? He was fine just now."

Miao He said, "...He merely fell asleep."

Tao Yanbai had been so startled by his fussing that his heart nearly skipped two beats. "Be careful when carrying him. As long as he doesn't develop a high fever, it shouldn't be a serious problem. Senior Brother, rest easy."

Zhang Weiyi awkwardly withdrew his hand. "As long as it's not serious, that's good."

Pan Yun gathered up all the talismans used for the formation, then briskly slapped them onto the wooden board beneath him and set up another Rejuvenation Formation around him. Only then did she wave a hand. "Get him up. We're leaving!"

Other than Zhang Weiliang, the heroes' injuries were not severe. While Miao He and Tao Yanbai treated Zhang Weiliang, the heroes had already helped each other tend to their wounds. Now, each was clutching his other half and standing by to watch the excitement. The moment they heard they were leaving, this one suddenly hurt here, that one suddenly limped there.

Xue Shao went to find Takeda Hisatsuna.

Before long, soldiers fortunate enough to be uninjured—or only lightly injured—carried over wooden boards and, in twos and threes, hauled away the heroes who could no longer walk.

It was not really their fault that they could not walk. In this clash of blades, the battle record of those twenty-odd heroes had matched the fighting strength of two hundred Great Army soldiers.

Even those without injuries had collapsed from exhaustion.

In any case, they were far more bedraggled than Wang Cong and the others.

Had it not been for the rolling thunder and