Becoming a solitary

The Golden Capital swayed, outside teeming with Ghost Mantises and Mouth-of-the-Monster creatures. Let's not talk about whether they could even break out; even if they did, under the eerie aura of the Extinction Dharma Pool, it would be difficult to survive for long. Their situation was somewhat similar to that of the Kongying clan. Although some dragons who had reached the Daluo Jinxian or Yuanshen level lived generations in the Extinction Dharma Pool, they already had resistance to the deadly and decaying aura of the pool. But low-ranking clansmen who went out for too long lost the protection of the pills and would undoubtedly die.,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.,The deaths of a mere few thousand Eagle-Beaks were insignificant compared to the vast hordes outside. It was the seemingly incomplete, yet deathly aura emanating from the dragon formation that truly gave cause for concern.。