บท 1810: Stalemate

Alex received the knowledge of the Long Fangyu being wounded and needing help just a few moments before he teleported away from the battlefield to the outside of the ship.

He quickly flew onto the ship, but by the time he arrived inside, he could already hear the wailing screams of Long Huan and Zhan Luoyang who were crying over Long Fangyu's body.

His eyes widened in shock as he went forward and leaned down to send his senses over the body.

Dead.

Without a doubt, Long Fangyu had died. 

The wounded soldiers around the room were looking at the situation with a look of pity and sadness.

Alex found it a little difficult to believe the situation. 

"I'm… sorry," Alex said softly. "I was too late."

Luoyang couldn't say anything. She didn't find any capacity to do anything but cry.

Long Huan looked toward Alex with tears streaming down his face. "His soul… his soul was wounded in the attack. We didn't have any pills," he said.