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.,As long as he could obtain this ferocious dragon, Manjue would be confident in advancing his cultivation further. This point had already been proven by the ancestors of the Ghost Mantis Clan.,The Goblin Mantis-Beaks, with their overwhelming numbers and no weak strength, drove them to desperation. Their goal was nothing more than to usurp the dragons' position. After this battle, inside the hidden realm, every dragon, regardless of age or gender, would meet their demise. For a time, hatred towards the Goblin Mantis-Beaks surged within them.。