No Way Out

"If I help him, there's a likelihood that I die. Is that it?" Alex thought. Surely the only way to get out of this alive was not to help the man.

But who in their right mind would refuse to do anything for the madman that had just killed 120 alchemists because they didn't give him what he wanted?

'I need to escape somehow,' Alex thought. 'But how?'

He knew there was no way he could beat someone that was once at the cusp of immortality, so he needed to think of some other way.

Unless his sword skills improved to the point where it was on the next stage, it was unlikely he was going to be able to beat him.

Even if he did, how was he supposed to wield such power with his tiny cultivation base and body strength? He was sure to struggle to wield such strength.

Godslayer couldn't help him and he had nothing on him that could help him either.