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.

Three Sages Mountain was to obtain the

heard that the Grape Myrtle Sect was

they would encounter such

Mont… We didn’t say that before…” A

hand, and his palm, like a

cultivator was stunned and blood gushed out

arm

was a creaking sound coming

stagnant warship

looked back and forth at

two cultivators felt

and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship has begun to move, is it not necessary… Um…

could finish his words,

lowered his head and saw a sword tip coming out of his

was panting heavily behind

understood what had

around with difficulty and saw the cold eyes of his companion behind

panting, but his expression was

sorry… I can only be safe if you die…”

to laugh, but when he opened his

so… I’m so stupid…” He struggled to utter these words, but he was immediately lifted by the long sword and flew into the

a black

black iron-like claws grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew back into the air and soon disappeared

just now, everyone finally saw

was a strange

wings, which were more than ten

was black, like

claws were

first glance, they gave people a pain as if their skin had been

the big bird wore a golden

like an owl, with a curved mouth and

now, it

food by the big bird. Some felt scared, some felt funny, and

promoted

to survive would make people do anything, which would

a cultivator could not avoid the secular

turned around and

Brother Doney, why didn’t

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

felt his scalp go numb and his

Heavenly Spirit Realm came

suddenly knelt down