Becoming a solitary

Although the last dilapidated formation of the Dragon Clan was still struggling to hold in the ancient city, anyone with eyes could see that this crumbling formation couldn't hold out for long.,Jin Ting took out his own war knife and slowly wiped it, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. This war knife had been with him through thick and thin, his most trusted companion. This time, he was afraid that it would sink to the bottom with him.,“Ten thousand dragons perish, blood tears without a soul, formation shift!” Jin Muhai hissed with all his might, his voice hoarse and strained.。