Giant dragon statues, once towering, now lay shattered into countless pieces. Patches of rust-colored blood stained the ground.,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.,"It was I who lost the clan's battle flag that opens the protective formation, thus inviting this calamity." Jin Ting's eyes were bloodshot.。