Apart from the beast horde landing in the ancient city, outside a surge of green light was rippling, with countless exotic beasts scratching their ears and cheeks under the control of their respective small leaders.,Having lost the protection of their clan, and with the bloodthirsty nature of the other clans in the Devil's Pond seeking to eradicate them, even the few who escaped only became hunted outcasts.,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.。