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.,This impending doom of the tribe's annihilation, though tragic, allowed the desolate aura of this Blood Dragon Formation to reach its peak. Buzz! The austere blood color and chillingly solemn air swept forth, crashing into the thousands of Ghost Mantis-Winged Beasts at the front. They were directly overwhelmed, their spirits shattered, then cleaved in two by the subsequent onslaught of blades and swords, all while the dragon clan remained unscathed.。