His face was solemn, and that hollow feeling left Meiliya stunned for a moment.
"...Where is your heart?"
She looked at the black-cloaked man in shock, his chest was empty, his heart was missing, and it was precisely because of this that he escaped the critical blow just now.
The black-cloaked man clutched his chest tightly.
He didn't know why the battle had continued for so long, yet the Thousand-faced Witch had still not appeared.
The Thousand-faced Witch only needed to snap her fingers to annihilate this rebel army made up of prisoners. He had been observing the prisoners' actions; with their strength, defeating the King of Gluttony was impossible, something unknown must have happened on the fourth level.
There must be an enemy hiding elsewhere!
Continuing to struggle here was not in their favor.
Thinking of this, the black-cloaked man said, "Your Highness, let's retreat for now, we'll withdraw to the central courtyard!"
