Becoming a solitary

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.,"Enough, since you've made your decision, let the Ghost Mantisbeak see what it means to face a dragon's counterattack.",The clansmen suffered heavy casualties, with no escape route left. Generations of accumulated blood feuds drove these dragons into unprecedented madness.。