"That kid must be definitely dead inside. Waiting any further is futile, let's go!"
Outside the Death Thunder Prison, the seven Emperors were prepared to leave. They had been waiting here for twenty days, but there was still no sign of Long Yan. Even a peak emperor would not be able to survive this long in the Death Thunder Prison. Long Yan, a mere ancient emperor, even with some means, would definitely die.
Soon after, the seven Emperors were ready to take their leave.
"You're still waiting for me? You guys sure have patience."
However, just as the seven Emperors were about to leave, a faint voice came from the Death Thunder Prison. A figure in purple robe emerged, following the origin of the voice.
"It's that kid, he's actually alive?"
Upon hearing this, the seven Emperors all turned their heads in unison, their eyes falling on Long Yan. Aside from shock, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.