At this moment, the Mu family's front yard was in chaos. Anxious shouts and cries of pain were mixed together, and the grass was almost stained with bright red blood, making it a shocking sight.
Looking at the disciples who were covered in blood, either sitting or lying on the ground, Lu Zijia suppressed the monstrous violence in her heart and quickly walked to a female disciple who was obviously breathing extremely weakly.
The male disciple guarding the female disciple was also covered in blood, and his face was extremely pale.
However, the male disciple was not worried about his injuries at all. Instead, he was very nervous about the situation of the female disciple lying on the ground, whose aura was getting weaker.
"I'll do it."
Lu Zijia patted the shoulder of the disciple who was treating the female disciple's wound, indicating for him to treat the other disciples.
