On the other side, Ling Chen also clasped his chest and fell to the ground, his eyes tightly shut.
"Achun, how are you?" Bai Ruozhu hurriedly went to check his body and discovered that his heart meridian had suffered a severe impact, akin to someone experiencing sudden cardiac arrest in modern medical terms.
"How could this happen, their hearts..." Bai Ruozhu's eyes widened, "It's as if their hearts are about to crack open."
Ling Chen rolled on the ground in agony, muttering, "It hurts so much, my heart hurts so much, I'm going to die."
They were martial artists, with a much higher tolerance for pain than ordinary people, yet at this moment, both of them could not endure it, as if their hearts were being forcibly torn apart.
"No, if this continues, they will die." Bai Ruozhu was drenched in cold sweat from anxiety. Without hesitation, she grabbed them with both hands, "I'll take them out."
