Ruan Lan froze. She wiped the blood from her face, staring at the crimson on her fingertips as her stomach churned, nearly making her vomit.
This wasn't her first magical battle, but it was the first time she had witnessed such a gruesome scene. The owner of the head had even questioned her formation skills when she first arrived in Chang'an City. Less than two hours later, he was dead.
Dead, right before her very eyes.
Ruan Lan's heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly, the pain making it hard to breathe. She gasped for air, leaning on Qian Xiao's shoulder for support.
"Auntie, are you all right?" Yiyi asked with concern.
"I... I..." Ruan Lan's mouth was dry, and she was at a loss for words. All she wanted was to flee this slaughterhouse as fast as she could.
Tens of thousands of Moon Clan troops advanced, besieging Chang'an City until it was completely sealed off. Over three thousand of the city's Martial Artists were sworn to defend it to the death.
