Solan never imagined that one day he would meet the Demon King in such a manner.
The chaos in the prison had long ceased, with prisoners and guards gone without a trace.
About ten minutes ago, they saw a guard, drenched in blood and clutching a sheepskin book, running frantically towards the other end of the prison. Since then, this floor had descended into prolonged silence.
Perhaps Qina and the other prisoners sacrificed to the watchers had already met their demise.
"Can you open this cell?"
He asked.
In the depths of his heart, Solan had already accepted the Demon King's invitation, and only after subjugating the Demon King did he earnestly examine this country.
He saw beings a hundredfold more evil than the Demon King.
"In your current state, you can't even defeat those guards. What use is it even if you leave this cell?"
Meiliya crossed her arms, stating a cruel fact without hesitation.
