The slaughter in the Dark City continued. Screams and wails filled the air, turning it into a living hell.
Wenlong slowly closed his eyes. It was as though Dragon City's fate all those countless years ago was playing out again.
For some reason, now that his ancestors' generations-old feud had been avenged, he felt no satisfaction whatsoever. Instead, sorrow stirred in his heart.
Was it his conscience awakening, or the civilizing influence he had undergone? What he least wanted to see was the slaughter of innocents.
By then, Ancestor Long Zhang had eliminated every threat. He returned to the city wall and found Wenlong standing in silence with his eyes closed.
"Long'er, what's wrong?" The ancestor did not know why Wenlong was so unhappy.
Wenlong still did not open his eyes. "Ancestor, our great feud has been avenged, and the Devil Race's blood already flows in rivers. Spare those who do not resist. Let them live and atone by helping build Dragon City."
Ancestor Long Zhang paused, then pondered for a long while before saying, "Alas, I haven't thought things through as clearly as you, Long'er. Hatred blinded me."
He looked at the Dark City and let out another heavy sigh. Then he called loudly to Long Zhantian, who stood nearby.
"Spare those who do not resist. Take them back to Dragon City as slaves." Without lingering any longer, the ancestor mounted his magical sword and swiftly vanished from sight.
With the fighting over, Wenlong summoned the Black-and-White Twin Dragons, Little Sun, and Little Thunder, and returned to Dragon City.
Huaxia's newly formed people returned in triumph, and Dragon City launched a victory celebration for everyone.
They burned incense and paid tribute to the spirits of those slain in the extermination of their people, consoling the souls watching from above: