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.

one urged, but everyone knew who would die

his lungs was squeezed out bit by bit, and Silent Lion’s face became more and

of regret, anger, and

his fists tightly

was completely different from what

them, there was only

on the

were Journey and the man

an instant, his eyes swept over the

was no need to explain

and Holy Land Realm was enough for him to

Joyce Owen was next.

gaze paused for a moment before turning to

Control Realm cultivators who followed Joyce here had been an

moment,

her expression and state at the moment made her look more like a walking

should be far

time, Silent did not dare to covet

indeed

this also meant that she had no

Pulse Control Realm who had no worries and no

party went crazy, smashed the warship with all her strength, dragged everyone to

he was injured and became the next sacrificial existence

Lion did not dare

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

all nonentities under the Heavenly

the reason why Journey called everyone over at

was vigor that he needed

Joyce to Caspian

he shook his

of Caspian was at The third stage of Holy

want to touch a second stage of the Holy Land Realm

conflict, Caspian threw the formation maps in his hand one

realm was only higher than Joyce’s, it was not easy

eyes stopped on

the Holy Land Realm and

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