Going forward meant death, and going back meant death.
There was no way out at all.
She tilted her head toward the empty heights, not quite understanding. If this really was the Salvation Hall of Fame's Headquarters, hadn't they left any measures in place?
"Tsk, is private fighting allowed here?"
The bird-headed, human-bodied Calamity abruptly stopped and instinctively looked up at the sky. Finding no unusual changes, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward the food tossed into the cage with a vicious grin.
"Large-scale fighting isn't allowed. After all, if we slaughtered each other like venomous creatures in a jar and really produced a winner, that Chief would be the unlucky one.
But particularly weak Calamities don't fall into that category. An occasional extra meal is still allowed."
Ye Buyu pondered for a second, turned, and ran.
"Fuck you! Let me out!"
As she sprinted, Ye Buyu never mentioned Self-Detonation. After all, detonating herself now would be no different from setting off fireworks for these bastard Calamities.
A total loss!
Think carefully, Ye Buyu. This is your own territory. Little Brat might be unreliable, but he wouldn't screw me over this badly.
There has to be some way to survive here.
Chains. That's right, the chains.
War was chained up, but the other Calamities weren't surprised. Maybe they'd been chained up before too.
What would get someone chained up? That Bird-Head Calamity said powerful Calamities weren't allowed to fight each other to the death. That meant unleashing enough energy would draw the chains' attention.
At that thought, Ye Buyu abruptly stopped and lunged forward.
The Bird-Head Calamity chasing close behind snapped at her, failed to brake in time, and plunged headfirst into the floating wreckage.
Ye Buyu rose and lifted a hand. A streak of silver burst