The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Blood gushed out from Yates Gandi’s wrists, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, and ankles.

After the sword radiance penetrated his body, its power did not decrease.

Like eight long nails, it nailed Yates Gandi straight to the ground.

“I’m not convinced!” Yates Gandi roared.

The fresh blood in his mouth dyed his teeth red, his expression looked like that of a crazed demon, extremely ferocious.

A dazzling white light emerged from his chest.

In the white light, the shape of a small sword could be faintly seen, which was being condensed.

He was seriously injured and his life source was losing rapidly.

It was much more difficult for him to cast magical power than before.

This was similar to the fact that Jones Henry did not have enough spiritual Qi at that time and could not use his spiritual Qi. However, with the support of anger, Yates Gandi’s magical power gradually condensed.

The small sword became clearer and clearer, and the light was dazzling.

It was about to break out from a white light.

The surrounding void seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Just like in the middle of summer before the thunderstorm, there was a suffocating smell in the air.

“Caspian, if you have no follow-up means, just wait for me to kill you! I will tear the entire swamp into pieces.

I don’t believe you can escape!”

Yates Gandi’s eyes widened with endless resentment.

Before this, he had never suffered such humiliation.

The little sword became more and more condensed.

The powerful edge of the sword kept cutting in all directions.

“Almost, almost!” Yates Gandi stared at his chest with a grim smile.

But, a touch of white suddenly appeared in the void in front of him.

This white light was fundamentally different from the white of the sword light. It was like snow and ice.

a coldness unique to ice

saw the flying snow all over the sky pressing down on

flying snow, the ice awl, like a spear, stabbed straight into the small sword that was

roared

long as he waited for another three or five breaths, the small

cultivator of second stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm made a

gap, his efforts were in

even more confused was

was as if they had appeared out of

lightning followed closely behind.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Crack! Crack!

skin and flesh were blown up, his spiritual Qi was in disorder, and he

pain also accelerated his thinking at

think of all kinds of

the crystal clear long spear, then the long saber with

of this, Yates Gandi felt a burning air blast

and looked at the flames falling toward him like falling meteorites, with disbelief

hell was going

the order the same as what Caspian

that he

air for a

long saber did not explode the thunder and lightning, and the heavy shield did not ignite the

all these

feeling that these things were like

How is

was blown into the air, he was still muttering to

immediately told him that

in front of him in

Angered Dragon made the blood arrows all over Yates Gandi’s body surge

chest caved in deeply. The next moment, the God of Thunder appeared and opened a

Yates Gandi smiled bitterly.

had really been

he had already

that hit him, whether it was martial arts techniques or magics, was exactly the same as the one

clearly much

with their own strength, he would

that the other party would find him in advance for

not expect that the other party

dared to snatch the Corpse Core

that he not only had a helper