The battlefield was so silent except for the sounds of attacks from the ten or fifteen ancestor soldiers.
Just ten to fifteen ancestors were enough to kill all the surviving blood clan members.
And none of these people used their special skills or something. It was just the basic attacks with no added special effects.
But the difference between ants and giants would always be there.
Ainsley watched as the people around her fell to the ground one by one, yet Joan and her group were still safe and sound around the king.
The King gritted his teeth hard. Sweat mixed with blood splashed from his people trickled down his chin, yet the king didn't care.
He used all his strength to prevent those attacks from approaching the people around him, the people inside his circle.
Soon. Soon! A few minutes– no. Just a few seconds!
He can do this. He can break free. He can open his domain!!
