At that time, life and death will be their own responsibilities, regardless of the outcome, just don't blame the Iron Armor Corps.
Thinking of the Iron Armor Corps' joining instructions, Dragon Armor's confused mind suddenly became clear.
Yeah, it's just death. When he formed the Iron Armor Corps, becoming the biggest malignant force in the Desolate Realm, he never thought he'd have a good end.
Didn't die at the hands of players, died in the hands of two native inhabitants of a game instance, not allowing those guys to avenge themselves was actually his gain.
Run?
He's run enough, run back to help Lin Jiang, follow Lin Jiang into the Realm of Reason, and continue being a dog?
He doesn't want to run anymore.
Dragon Armor's gaze shifted from panic to sharpness, turning to look at the mysterious elbow strike man suspected to be the world's will.
He, Dragon Armor, has never feared a battle with anyone, today he'll explode with this bastard!
