Tie Xiaosheng stood in the air, watching the direction where Jia Dali had died in battle, his gaze dazed and his complexion pale like paper.
Just as Tie Xiaosheng's chest twisted in pain and he felt fury and violent rage almost beyond his control.
Iron Madman came flying through the air and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Victory and defeat are commonplace in war, elder brother. You looking like this will only give Lin Shi and those opposite reason to laugh at us."
The rage in Tie Xiaosheng's chest did not subside but grew even more fierce.
He opened his eyes widely, turned his head to look at Iron Madman, his gaze tortured, "Coming out at this time, does it mean we failed?"
They had tried everything to reduce Iron Madman's promotion time. Originally a three-day process, they had cut it down by two days; Iron Madman needed only a day and a half to move freely, using the War Armor 'Iron Futing' to possess the combat strength of Fourth Grade Upper Tier.
