C135 The Spirit Grass Guards

"Not good!" Yang Xuan exclaimed, his face contorting in alarm.

A light had burst forth from Mrs. Zhao's chest, leaving behind a bright red, blood-soaked wound from which blood continued to pour.

"Damn it, it broke out from inside her," Yang Xuan cursed, clenching his teeth in frustration. He hadn't anticipated this. With no time to spare for the incoming red light