The dilapidated ancient city was the place where they grew up. Jin Du's eyes were full of nostalgia, even though the city had fallen into disrepair, it was still an unforgettable memory in their life.,In the midst of mournful horns, even those wounded began to shift with others, being assigned to their designated areas.,As long as he could obtain this ferocious dragon, Manjue would be confident in advancing his cultivation further. This point had already been proven by the ancestors of the Ghost Mantis Clan.。