Not dead? Impossible! Even a monster in the Demon King Realm couldn't survive the Thunder Prison, let alone a frail human.
The Thunder Beast looked down with skepticism, then her scalp went numb.
The seabed, which had been blasted into a crater at least ten meters deep, was a field of scorched black. But within it stood a lone figure.
It was—Xu Lai!
Let alone being injured, there wasn't a speck of dust on his clothes. His eyes held a calm that made her heart tremble.
The eleven weak humans lying on the ground weren't dead either. Their once-grievous injuries were now completely healed. Not only were their lives no longer in danger, but a vast amount of Spiritual Energy was churning inside them. Thanks to this blessing in disguise, they could achieve a breakthrough at any moment!
The Thunder Beast's eyes nearly split with rage. "You used my Spiritual Energy to heal these ants and help them raise their cultivation boundaries!"
