Prince Lauen stumbled underfoot, nearly falling to the ground. His face drained of color, he stared fixedly at the figure atop the city wall and said in a deep voice, "How is this possible? Wasn't Chu Ying dead long ago?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"Brothers, charge!" Zhou Xing's voice rang out once more. "Let the blood of the Rakshasa soldiers outside this city serve as a gift for Your Majesty's return!"
Chapter 564