Chang'an City burst into flames.
Hundreds upon hundreds of Moon Clan members cackled madly as they wantonly slaughtered ordinary people and the Human Race Martial Artists who tried to stop them. The scene was too horrific for words. Blood streamed from every home, pooling into rivulets with an overpowering, sickening stench.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Soaked in blood, the Moon Clan had descended into madness. The Martial Artists of Chang'an had gone mad as well, but their madness was born of rage—of watching their kin slaughtered before their very eyes. Madmen often act without considering the consequences.
BOOM!
A Ninth Grade Martial Ancestor, completely spent and devoid of Spiritual Energy, turned for one last look at Chang'an City. An expression of despair gave way to acceptance as he closed his eyes and suddenly self-destructed. Three of the seven Moon Clan members caught in the blast died instantly, while the remaining four were sent flying back, screaming in agony.
