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.

knew who would

was squeezed out bit by bit, and Silent Lion’s face

mixture of regret, anger, and

fists tightly and gritted

different from what he had

in front of them, there was only

gaze fell on the faces

Journey and the man and

instant, his eyes swept over

no need to explain the

Holy Land Realm was enough for him to dispel all

Joyce Owen was next.

moment before turning to

had been an example

moment,

to the others, her expression and state at the moment made

be far farther than that of the

this time, Silent did not dare

indeed

also meant that she

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

the warship with all her

and became the next

did not

life, Joyce’s, and those Pulse Control Realm cultivators’ lives were not much

all nonentities under

the reason why Journey called everyone over at that time was probably only

part was vigor

Joyce to Caspian

a while, he shook his

realm of Caspian was at The third stage of Holy

of the Holy Land Realm Joyce, let alone Caspian who

was more, during the previous conflict, Caspian threw the formation maps in his hand one after another, and there was a faint smile on his

realm was only higher than Joyce’s,

the end, Silent’s eyes

stage of the Holy Land Realm and his three men shrank their necks

but he was not in a situation where Joyce had no way