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.,"It seems the dragon clan is going for a last stand, this won't be easy.",All the dragons roared, the Ghost Mantis-Beaked Monster had been eyeing their secret realm for many years, and after generations of scheming, it finally used an insider to break into their sanctuary.。