Looking at Ainsley, who was being surrounded to the point of looking like a superstar among the blood clan members, Joan finally had to forcefully squeeze her way in and stand in front of the kid.
The woman put her arms on her waist and wasn't afraid to glare at these oldies.
"What are you guys doing, fighting over my great-granddaughter? Just go to the battlefield and help the warriors! Look! So many warriors had sacrificed themselves!"
But the blood clan was cold-blooded towards fellow pure-blooded members in terms of war and fight.
They just casually looked at the night sky that became the battlefield and tilted their heads innocently.
"It's okay. They can still be revived. A decade or two isn't that long. Let's just say it's the same as a vacation."