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.,“Kill all these dragon races, all the treasures and dragon corpses belong to us.” Man Jue was calculating, and some of the Jinxian and Daluo Jinxian powerhouses from his front tribe had already roared hoarsely.,In an instant, countless mantis-faced creatures with emerald bodies charged toward the dragon clan formation ahead.。