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

by bit, and Silent Lion’s face became

was a mixture of regret, anger,

fists tightly and

current situation was completely different from

was only

fell on the faces of

were Journey and the man and woman

an instant, his eyes swept

was no need to explain

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

Joyce Owen was next.

paused for a moment

had been an example of dying in the

moment, Joyce was

her expression and state at the

Realm should be far

time, Silent did not dare to

was indeed left

meant that

stage of the Pulse Control Realm who had no worries and no way out,

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

the next sacrificial existence in order to kill

did not dare to

Pulse Control Realm cultivators’ lives were not much different from

were all nonentities under the Heavenly

why Journey called everyone

bigger part was vigor that

Joyce to Caspian

a while, he shook his

third stage of Holy Land Realm,

of the Holy Land Realm

threw the formation maps in his hand one after another, and

this showed that although this guy’s realm was only higher than Joyce’s,

Silent’s eyes stopped on Cidas

and

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