Prince was their heaven, their god.
He had died, which was even more unbearable than killing themselves!
Rong San was also stunned.
After a few seconds, he came to his senses and hurried to check Yun Shangyuan's breath.
Finding that he still had a faint breath, his heart surged with great joy.
"Big brother, quickly transfer Spiritual Power to the Prince, there might still be hope!" he said excitedly.
Upon hearing this, Rong Da, without a word, placed Yun Shangyuan sitting on the ground.
He then sat down behind him, cross-legged, beginning to transfuse Spiritual Power into him.
Rong San stood up, walked over to Feng Yueya, lifted her, and addressed the Nanjiang Country soldiers who were looking on.
"Listen well, your commander is already dead.
I advise you to surrender and roll back to Nanjiang Country obediently.
Otherwise, don't blame us for wiping you out completely!"
On hearing this, the soldiers from both sides snapped back to the reality that they were still at war.
