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

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

a mixture of

clenched his fists tightly and gritted

different from what he

of them, there was only one way,

gaze fell on the

and the

his eyes swept over the three

no need to

Spirit Realm and Holy Land Realm was enough for him

Joyce Owen was next.

a moment before turning

Control Realm cultivators who followed Joyce here had been an example of dying in the darkness and this strange lake above everyone’s

this moment, Joyce was

state at the

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

time, Silent did not dare

indeed

meant that she had no way

Control Realm who had no worries and no way out, Silent didn’t feel that

went crazy, smashed the warship with

became the next sacrificial existence in

not dare

his life, Joyce’s, and those Pulse Control Realm cultivators’ lives

nonentities under the Heavenly

everyone

part was vigor that he needed

finally shifted from Joyce to Caspian next to

he shook

realm of Caspian was at The third stage of Holy Land Realm, similar to

Realm Joyce, let alone Caspian who was

maps in his hand

realm was only higher than Joyce’s,

the end, Silent’s eyes stopped on

Holy Land Realm and his three men shrank their

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