Becoming a solitary

Chief Jin Muhui's face darkened. "The last formation is no longer sufficient for defense. The old man will lead a portion of the clan to hold this place, and you each lead a group of clansmen to try to break through. Whoever can escape, let them escape.",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.,“Ten thousand dragons perish, blood tears without a soul, formation shift!” Jin Muhai hissed with all his might, his voice hoarse and strained.。