Zhou Chengfeng lowered his head, gray-white long hair covering the tension and excitement in his eyes, suppressing the fear in his heart.
For the first time in twelve years, he felt this kind of emotion.
However, compared to excitement, he felt more uneasy.
During the 37 years of imprisonment, the Hua Country's high command sent five groups to rescue him.
These were all powerhouses, including kings, but without exception, they all failed, and few managed to escape, with two groups being completely wiped out!
Twelve years have passed, and no one has come to rescue him.
He gradually lost hope as well.
He even thought it was just as well, with no need for pointless sacrifice.
In such a place, facing such surveillance and guard forces, no matter how many powerhouses came, it was impossible to successfully rescue him.
Even if they could kill all the alien races here, he would surely be slain before his demise.
