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

heard that the Grape Myrtle Sect was gathering, they thought that they had

such a

Senior Brother Mont… We didn’t say that

raised his hand, and his palm, like a knife, pierced

cultivator was stunned and blood

threw his arm out

was a creaking sound

a while, the stagnant warship

back and forth at the remaining

cultivators felt their

the pressure and braced himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship has begun

he could finish his words, the

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

panting heavily

understood what had

turned around with difficulty and saw the cold

also panting, but

I can only be safe if you die…” The cultivator

but when he opened

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

swoosh, a black shadow fell from

black iron-like claws grabbed the cultivator’s body, then flew

everyone finally saw

a

its wings, which were more than

was

claws were even

pain as if their skin had been torn

bird wore a golden mask

an owl, with a curved

giant bird fell just now, it glanced at

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

deep look at the promoted

would make people

cultivator could not avoid the

and looked at

throat, “Senior Brother Doney, why didn’t

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

his scalp go numb

Realm came with a loud

suddenly knelt