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.,The deaths of a mere few thousand Eagle-Beaks were insignificant compared to the vast hordes outside. It was the seemingly incomplete, yet deathly aura emanating from the dragon formation that truly gave cause for concern.,Tang Shou's face was filled with shock. If there truly was a Mad Dragon Warrior within this ancient city, it wouldn't just be worth the heavy casualties to their clan, even if they could collect all the information from their enemy, it would be worthwhile.。