Becoming a solitary

Giant dragon statues, once towering, now lay shattered into countless pieces. Patches of rust-colored blood stained the ground.,“Ten thousand dragons perish, blood tears without a soul, formation shift!” Jin Muhai hissed with all his might, his voice hoarse and strained.,Within the entire Desolate Dharma Abyss, this dragon clan's power wasn't even considered third-rate. Their greatest reliance was still on the ancient city and the restrictions within it.。