"I'm sorry!" Chen Zheng said, taking a step forward and patting Fu Yu on the shoulder.
Gritting his teeth, Fu Yu looked up and forced a smile at Chen Zheng. "It's not your fault. Their appearance caught us off guard; we weren't prepared at all."
At this, he looked at Chen Zheng again and, seeing his deathly pale face, stammered, "You..."
"This is no time for sorrow. The war isn't over." Chen Zheng glanced at the fallen Night Watchers on the ground, a bitter smile on his face.
"I know!" Fu Yu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and stood up. "I'm a superhuman now. I'm going to give that Red Ghost everything I've got!"
"Lead the way!" Chen Zheng ordered. "The rest of you, secure this area. Once reinforcements arrive, relocate to another position."
That's right. There was no time to grieve. The war raged on, for a large number of fierce ghosts had already descended upon Yanjing.
