The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Cidas’ breathing became heavier and heavier, and his nostrils were opening and closing at a visible rate.

His pupils were bloodshot.

The three Pulse Control Realm cultivators standing behind him were also extremely nervous at this time.

The sweat on their bodies almost soaked their whole bodies, even the deck under their feet was covered with sweat.

Cidas’ attitude would decide their lives.

As for resistance, they didn’t even think about it.

They were Pulse Control Realm cultivators, and on this warship, there were several Holy Land Realm cultivators, even a Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator.

The three of them had no doubt that if they resisted at this time, it meant that they could help the other party save time to choose.

As for abandoning the ship and running away, it was even more ridiculous.

Where could they escape to?

Waiting for the other party’s decision meant that there was still a third chance of survival.

Although this possibility was not up to him.

If he resisted or fled, it would be equivalent to cutting off his own life and giving up the hope of survival to others.

In this case, the person who survived in the end would not thank him, but would also scold him for being too stupid.

Therefore, no one would do such a stupid thing.

Although they were terrified, the three cultivators were still waiting for the judgment of fate.

Silent looked at Cidas impatiently.

In fact, he felt that he had given Cidas enough time to think about it.

Just as Silent was about to speak, Cidas’ tight shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He raised his head and looked at Silent indifferently.

“If we can’t reach the palace this time, it’s your men’s turn next…”

“You don’t need to teach me this,” Silent glanced in the direction of Caspian and then said to Cidas, “Do you want me to help you or do it yourself?”

Cidas did not speak.

He turned around and looked at the three Pulse Control Realm cultivators who followed him.

The three cultivators were shaking violently.

entering Three Sages Mountain was to obtain

heard that the Grape Myrtle Sect

would encounter such a situation where they were going

Mont… We didn’t say that before…” A

his palm, like a knife, pierced through

blood gushed out of

his arm out of the

a creaking sound coming from the

a while, the stagnant warship started to move

looked back and forth at

two cultivators felt

cultivators finally couldn’t bear the pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship has

he could finish his

head and saw a sword tip coming

was panting

soon understood what

turned around with difficulty and saw the cold eyes of his

also panting, but his expression

if you die…” The cultivator heard the

wanted to laugh, but when he

he was immediately lifted

a black shadow

body, then

now, everyone finally saw what was

a strange big

giant bird spread its wings, which were more than

body was black, like

claws were

people a pain as

that the big bird wore a

with

bird fell just now, it glanced at the

treated as food by the big

took a deep look at the promoted

case, the desire to survive would make people do anything,

cultivator could not avoid the secular

around and

dry throat, “Senior Brother Doney, why didn’t you…

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

Cidas felt his scalp go numb and

pressure of Heavenly Spirit Realm came with

knelt down