Becoming a solitary

Giant dragon statues, once towering, now lay shattered into countless pieces. Patches of rust-colored blood stained the ground.,The tribe's future seemed as frantic, desperate, and utterly resolute as his roar.,Although the opponent was also a primordial spirit and their cultivation realm wasn't much higher than theirs, this kind of frenzied rampage that burned their own essence, fighting seven enemies single-handedly almost wiped them all out.。