Planai was trapped in the heavy straitjacket, and his eyes no longer held the calm killing intent they had before.
Reuniting with his two fellow demons had been a rare pleasant surprise during his hundred years, but unfortunately, it had happened at the worst possible time.
The airflow in Planai's special cell gradually settled. The distorted light mist caused by the collision of eighth-tier magic returned to normal, and the frost-covered walls and temple-like magic-sealing steel pillars fell silent once more.
"You two can either escape, have the New King take you away from the Protos Empire's blockade as quickly as possible, and head to the Southern Continent to face entirely new challenges, or you can stay in this underground prison protected by a ninth-tier barrier. Hiding here might actually be a way to survive."
Planai looked at Sinora and Antanas and spoke at an even pace,
"Everything in the Southern Continent is unknown. In the worst case, we might have to become street beggars to conceal our identities as members of the Great Demon Race."
There was not the slightest hint of urgency or excitement in Planai's eyes as he finished advising his two fellow demons.
"But..."
Sinora felt that her brother was being too pessimistic, yet she did not know what to say.
Even if the few of them were eighth-tier great demons, no matter how badly things went, they should not end up as beggars in the Southern Continent.
If that happened, they might as well die.
"Planai, you really are..."
Antanas looked at the situation, slapped her forehead, and shook her head.
Based on her understanding of Steadfast Planai, that man would rather sit in prison than take a risk.
As long as he could successfully lie low for a thousand years or so and wait