Wu Xiaode stood in place, silently pondering everything that had just occurred.
It seems—
I am the person who revived.
That prisoner just now was extremely formidable, yet it failed to see that I possessed the Power of Death.
This was partly because there are no Death Gods in this world.
On the other hand, it was the Divine Skills of the Desert Sword that transformed me into a creation from the last Epoch.
—Both factors misled the prisoner.
So...
Am I the key to escaping this prison?
That's not right.
When I was in the Holy City, the Demon Gods from parallel world number 5432 all chased after me.
At that time, I was cornered by them and had no choice but to activate the Demon Armor and return to day one.
That was where it all began.
"The things you're saying seem a bit off," Wu Xiaode said.
"What's the problem?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I have seen Demon Gods in other worlds, and they weren't trapped in this prison," Wu Xiaode said.
