Becoming a solitary

Giant dragon statues, once towering, now lay shattered into countless pieces. Patches of rust-colored blood stained the ground.,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.,Chief Jin Muhui's expression calmed down. He didn't think that splitting up and fleeing at this moment would be a very good choice, the chances of success were extremely low.。