Back in the cargo hold.

Jingo and Dojin were doing their best to maintain the Moonlit Night. Seawater was already pouring through various parts of the hull of the ship. Simultaneously, countless Yin spirits did their best to rush into the cargo hold, only to be instantly reduced to wisps of Yin energy by the powerful Moonlit Night.

That said, Jingo and Dojin were fully aware that this was hardly something that they could keep up indefinitely!

The Yin spirits pouring in right now could still be considered puny shrimps in the grand scheme of things. However, they were keenly aware that the more powerful Yin spirits were still lying in the depths of the seas, patiently waiting for the time to strike. It was only going to be a matter of time that news of the situation at the hull of the ship reached the ears of Azai Nagamasa, and then it wouldn’t take more than a dozen minutes… No, perhaps there’s already a daimyo or two on their way to this place right now!

“How much longer is he going to take?” Dojin slammed his palms together. Beads of sweat were already rolling off his forehead. After all, maintaining such a powerful technique for a protracted period of time necessarily consumed a great amount of his true energy reserves. He had already eliminated innumerable Yin spirits, but the current of Yin spirits appeared to be endless. Furthermore, they were already knee-deep in seawater by now.

The Tengu army and the battle monks had all arrived at the battlefield, but their strength was still clearly insufficient. In fact, it wasn’t even sufficient...