"Wuwuwu~"
Delin struggled to say something, only to discover that it was as though his ability to speak had been sealed away.
He could only stare at the group ahead with the look one reserved for idiots, his heart filled with sighs.
This old man has only just escaped that damned place, and this is how you treat me?
What kind of place was the Plane Prison?
Even with his divine beast body, Delin's strength ranked among the best of the Lesser Gods, yet he still had to cautiously keep his head down in the prison's outer regions.
Over five thousand years of imprisonment, two of his sons had died.
Had he not been in the outermost region, that crack would never have fallen into his lap and allowed him to escape.
Yet these people actually wanted to go in on their own initiative?
Middle Gods walked everywhere in there, and Higher Gods were as common as dogs!
And then there were the Five Great Kings. Every last one of them probably possessed at least the strength of a Seven-star Demon, or even an Asura!
This was merely because Delin, as a Lesser God, lacked broader knowledge. He did not know that Ao Fire among the Five Great Kings could have reached Fire-element Grand Perfection in the future even without his deal with Beirut. Even now, he stood at the very pinnacle of Asura-level strength.
Even Seven-star Demons and ordinary Asuras could be casually slaughtered before him.
Well, with those Five Great Kings, along with the many Higher Gods under their command...
A bunch of Lesser Gods wanted to conquer the place?
They were taking a Higher God divine artifact casually stuck into some node and calling it a holy sword exclusively for the hero?
That holy sword was really