Zombie World. The dark purple entrance was like a whirlpool, sucking the two of them in in the blink of an eye.
After who knew how long, Dai Yao propped himself up with one hand and shook his head hard, trying to fling away that mushy feeling. He warily looked around, and when he made out the scenery around him, his eyes abruptly narrowed.
This was the room he had been staying in, only his vision was covered by a hazy layer of black fog. A feeling of desolation, decay, deathly silence, and despair welled up within him.
He rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again, nothing had changed.
His heart gradually sank. His gaze shifted, and he found that the purple-clad woman formed from the Thunder Prison Vine had fainted beside him. He helped her up, gently shook her head, and while vigilantly observing their surroundings, softly called out to wake her.
"Thunder Prison Vine, wake up!"
The purple-clad woman opened her eyes somewhat blankly, looked at Dai Yao's chin, then glanced around at the surroundings that were both familiar and strange. Clearly, she also realized that something was wrong. She straightened up and asked with a frown, "Where is this?"
"I was about to ask you that! We got sucked in by that vortex and ended up here."
Dai Yao frowned.
Suddenly, Thunder Prison Vine's expression changed. She looked at her own hands in horror and cried out, "My Soul Power is gone!"
"Keep quiet!"
Dai Yao controlled his voice and barked in a low tone. In a completely unfamiliar place, the best method was to hide yourself. This was a lesson he had learned in the Cold Palace.
He carefully checked inside his own body and was also somewhat surprised. His surging Soul Power seemed to