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.

Sages Mountain was to obtain the qualifications to embark on

Myrtle Sect was gathering, they thought that they had a

encounter such a situation where they were going to

didn’t say that before…” A

his palm, like

stunned and blood gushed out

arm out

a creaking sound coming from

a while, the stagnant warship started to move forward

back and forth at the remaining

cultivators felt their scalps go

finally couldn’t bear the pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship has begun to move, is it not necessary…

he could finish his words, the cultivator

head and saw a sword tip coming

panting heavily

understood

saw the cold eyes

but his expression was

if you die…”

but when he opened his mouth,

he was immediately lifted

black shadow fell from the

grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the air

advantage of the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what was flying down from

a

wings, which were more than ten feet

whole body was

were even

they gave people a pain as if their skin

thing was that the big bird wore

mask looked like an owl, with a curved mouth and straight

fell just now, it glanced at the crowd with a

being treated as food by the big

at the promoted Pulse Control Realm and did not blame

to survive would make people do

a cultivator could not avoid the

and looked at

why didn’t

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

Journey, Cidas felt his scalp go numb and his knees

pressure of Heavenly Spirit Realm came with a loud

knelt down