Accompanied by the constant roar of thunder, blue-purple lightning grew wildly across the sky like a forest. Amid the sea of flames, it forcibly carved out a patch of space.
Purple robes fluttered, purple hair fell to her waist, and there was a trace of gravity on that sharp, stunningly beautiful face.
"Thunder Prison Vine, you..."
Looking at the helper who had suddenly appeared, Dai Yao was rather surprised.
He had never expected that when he needed help most, it would be the Thunderclap Hell Prison Vine who appeared and aided him.
Thunder Prison Vine extended a pale, slender index finger, gave Dai Yao a faint glance, then turned her head aside and stared at the First Elder. "I have received quite a lot of grace from you. Today can count as a small repayment. Hurry up. The opponent is very strong. I can't hold him off for long."
Cultivating around the Primal Chaos Cyan Lotus, Thunder Prison Vine's cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. In just a few short years, she had gone from more than ten thousand years of cultivation to forty or fifty thousand years. Given a little more time, she would be able to become a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
When that time came, if she chose to be revived, Dai Yao would need to return the Fourth Spirit Ring to her. Losing the Fourth Spirit Ring would be a tremendous weakening for Dai Yao, and reviving the Thunderclap Hell Prison Vine would also require a great price—not just the spirit ring and Soul Power.
Would Dai Yao be willing?
She sometimes thought of that.
She knew Dai Yao would definitely refuse. Why should he pay such a huge price for her? So, tactfully, she had not asked. In any case, staying beside the Chaos Cyan