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

by bit, and Silent

was a mixture of regret,

clenched his fists tightly and gritted his

completely different from what he

front of them, there was only one way, either follow Journey Doney or

gaze fell on the faces of everyone

were Journey and the man and woman beside

eyes swept

was no need to explain

Heavenly Spirit Realm and Holy Land Realm was enough for him to dispel

Joyce Owen was next.

moment

two Pulse Control Realm cultivators who followed Joyce here had been an example of dying in the darkness

this moment, Joyce

her expression and state at the moment

if according to what Journey had just said, cultivators of Holy Land Realm should be far farther than that of

at this time, Silent did not

was indeed left

also meant that she had no

stage of the Pulse Control Realm who had no worries and no way out, Silent didn’t feel that he couldn’t kill her, but it

smashed the warship with all her strength, dragged everyone

became the next sacrificial existence in order to kill

not dare

Pulse Control Realm cultivators’ lives were not

were all nonentities under the Heavenly

why Journey called everyone over at that time was probably only a small part

was vigor that

from Joyce to

while, he shook his

was at The third stage of Holy Land Realm, similar

stage of the Holy Land Realm Joyce, let alone Caspian who was in the same

maps in his hand one after another, and

only higher than

Silent’s eyes stopped on Cidas

of the Holy Land Realm and his three men

he was not