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.

everyone knew who would die

in his lungs was squeezed out bit by bit,

of regret, anger, and

tightly and gritted his

situation was completely different

was only one way, either follow

on the faces

and the man and woman beside

instant, his eyes swept

no need to

huge gap between Heavenly Spirit Realm and Holy Land Realm was enough for him

Joyce Owen was next.

paused for a moment before turning to

followed Joyce here had been an example of dying in the darkness and this strange lake

moment,

expression and state at the moment

be far farther than that of the Pulse Control Realm, which could allow the

time, Silent did not dare to

indeed left

this also meant that she had no

no worries and no way out,

smashed the warship with

was injured and became the next sacrificial existence

not dare to

his life, Joyce’s, and those Pulse Control

were all nonentities under

time, Silent even suspected that the reason why Journey called everyone over at that time was probably only a

part was vigor

from Joyce to

he shook his

at The third stage of

want to touch a second stage of the Holy Land Realm Joyce, let

his hand one after another, and there was a faint smile on his

was only higher than Joyce’s, it was not easy to provoke him

end, Silent’s eyes stopped

and his three men shrank their necks like

as Joyce’s, but he was not