"Wuuu... Help!"
Just then, the remaining person in the same cell writhed madly, crying for help.
He was a tall, fat young man with a face full of bushy beard. Every patch of exposed skin on his body was covered in thick black hair.
He was not of the Human Race, but a demon in Demon Form Transformation.
Without Origin Power to enhance his senses, Qin He could not see through to his true form at a glance.
The Demon Cultivator struggled upright, repeatedly bending at the waist and lowering his head as though kowtowing, his will to survive exceptionally strong.
Being tied up here led down one path only: a miserable death.
The road to survival lay right before them. Not only him, but the people in the other cells also began twisting desperately.
Ma Da and Ma Er hesitated, then looked to Qin He.
Whether to save them or not, only Qin He had the right to decide.
Qin He pondered for a moment, then pulled a knife from his robe and tossed it to him. "The guards outside are heavily stationed. You'd better take the people here with you if you want a chance to break out. The keys are with the prison guards."
With that said, Qin He led Ma Da and Ma Er away.
Qin He could not possibly take them along. They would make too large a target, and the resistance they faced would grow accordingly.
Ma Da and Ma Er came first. The rest were merely people he could help along the way, if he was able.
As for whether they could break out, that depended on their own fate.
Every life was a life. If they died, they could only blame themselves.
Qin He led Ma Da and Ma Er over, stripped