The narrator ridiculed him.
"Stop spouting nonsense. Is there any way to help me escape?"
[There's a way, but I don't know if I should say it.]
"Say it. I can't hold on anymore." The veins on Feng Qi's forehead bulged as he spoke with difficulty.
[Why don't you submit? You'll be able to escape if you submit.]
"…"
He wished he could strangle the narrator.
The pressure on the golden coffin intensified. His strong body under the Blood Source form could not withstand the external pressure. He felt that the bones in his body were about to be crushed.
Just as Feng Qi thought that he was going to die before he saw Blackie, the outside world changed.
The goat-headed demons, who were still resisting the invasion of the humanoid monsters, turned to look at the golden coffin one after another as if they realized that Feng Qi's life was in danger.
A familiar incantation sounded from the goat-headed demons.