1167 The Last Hope for the Patriots!

At this moment, the entire White Silver Fortress was dead silent. The sound of a needle hitting the ground would have been as loud as thunder.

Guo Chunfeng, the three battle-type Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators, the Secret Sword Agents, and the hundreds of prisoners were all gazing at Lu Zui in disbelief!

Twelve shocking bloody holes were still on Lu Zui's head. He had not freed himself from the shackle on his body that weighed hundreds of kilograms and could be charged with high-voltage electricity either. Dozens of super experts and more than ten crystal cannons had locked onto him!

However, he was smiling in great relief. As if a chess player walking to another game, he floated into the air and glanced around.