Becoming a solitary

Giant dragon statues, once towering, now lay shattered into countless pieces. Patches of rust-colored blood stained the ground.,Since the tribesmen were determined to fight to the death, there was no need for him to force them to leave. They had a point: it was better to die in their homeland than to perish in a foreign land. Even if they died in battle, they would make the enemy pay a bloody price.,A dragon clan without a lineage surviving to this day in the Demonic Forbidden Pool, and possessing such a secret realm This was clearly unbelievable in Mantis Old Man's eyes.。