The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“Vigor of cultivators is far beyond that of mortals, so we have more time to travel,” Journey’s voice came.

His words were faint, but it gave people a feeling of temptation.

Everyone immediately looked up and found that it was as Journey had said.

The warship was still moving forward.

They were clearly close to the palace.

When the accident happened before, they could only see the outline of the palace like a triangular awl.

But now, they could already see the cornices and pavilions on the surface of the palace.

“This palace is built from an empty island,” said Yvonne.

A moment later, she looked over and said.

The others had also heard her words.

However, they could no longer focus their attention on the palace in front of them.

In particular, Silent Lion and Cidas Mont’s cultivators were all in a daze. Because they all knew that once vigors of the two cultivators were exhausted, it would be their turn.

Right now, the only thing they could do was hope for this warship to walk a bit faster and further.

In fact, reality was always disappointing.

And this disappointment came so quickly.

The warship that was moving, under a wave of scalp numbing creaking sounds, gradually slowed down, and then completely stopped.

Cidas leaned on the side of the ship, looked down, and then said to everyone with a pale face, “It’s coming again…”

Once again, the white bone arm firmly grabbed the warship.

In the darkness above everyone’s heads, the sound of flapping wings came at the same time.

An intense danger continued to suppress the souls of everyone present like an army pressing down on a realm.

Everyone understood that it was time for someone to make a sacrifice.

The several Pulse Control Realm cultivators present, especially the six or seven people around Silent and Cidas, trembled at this moment.

urged, but everyone knew who would die this

out bit by bit, and Silent Lion’s face became more and

of

tightly and

current situation was completely different

in front of them, there was only one way,

gaze fell on the

the man and woman

eyes swept over the

no need to explain the

between Heavenly Spirit Realm and Holy Land

Joyce Owen was next.

a moment before turning to Caspian beside

Control Realm cultivators who followed Joyce here had been an example of dying in the darkness and this strange

this moment, Joyce was

expression and state at the moment

said, cultivators of Holy Land Realm should be far farther than that of the

time, Silent did not dare

indeed left

this also meant that she had

no worries and no way out, Silent didn’t feel that he couldn’t kill her,

crazy, smashed the warship with all her

he was injured and became the next sacrificial existence in order to kill

Lion did not

and those Pulse Control Realm

were all nonentities under the Heavenly Spirit

even suspected that the reason why Journey called everyone over at that time was probably only a small part of the

bigger part was vigor that he

eyes finally shifted from Joyce to

he shook his

third

didn’t want to touch a second stage of the Holy Land Realm Joyce, let alone Caspian who was in the same realm as

during the previous conflict, Caspian threw the formation maps in his hand one after another, and

showed that although this guy’s realm was only higher than Joyce’s, it was not

end, Silent’s eyes stopped on Cidas

second stage of the Holy Land Realm and

as low as Joyce’s, but he was not in a situation where