Zhou Tieyi was dazed. His breath was scorching as he stammered, "Iron Commander, what are you going to do?"
Although Zhou Hengdao was a seasoned warrior in the Nascent Soul Stage, although he had made his way to the commander of the federal army from a bottom-level private after two hundred years, seventy percent of his organs had been replaced by artificial ones. His veins and nerves had almost all been damaged, too, which resulted in the poor circulation of his spiritual energy. Also, he had worked in the office for more than ten years!
How good was Zhou Hengdao in fighting at this moment?
"I am tired. I've never been more tired."
