The rotten smell of the horrifying dungeon pervaded the air.
The water drops on the rock fell to the ground, making the sound of dripping.
"I don't think I'm a snack. After all, the snacks are all delicious." Allen suppressed his fear and gave a faint smile.
"Heh heh, back then, I, Bantu, could kill tens of thousands of soldiers with one move, and even the three generals couldn't deal with me. Little guy, do you know what the three generals are?" His scarlet eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and his voice was as loud as a bell.
"I don't know. I'm not interested either."
Allen shrugged helplessly and looked at the man, who was Bantu, tied up by a huge chain. It had been a long time since the last time he saw him.
Of course, he didn't know, and he wasn't interested in Allen.