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.

Mountain was to obtain the

Sect was

such a situation where they were going

Senior Brother Mont… We didn’t say that

his palm, like

was stunned and blood gushed

arm out

sound coming from

a while, the stagnant warship started to move

looked back and forth

cultivators felt their scalps go

himself to say, “Senior Brother Mont, the warship

his words, the

a sword tip coming out of his

panting heavily

soon understood what

around with difficulty and saw the cold

companion was also panting, but his

if you die…” The cultivator heard the other party’s

wanted to laugh, but when he opened his mouth,

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

a swoosh, a black shadow

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

of the opportunity just now, everyone finally saw what was

a strange

which

whole body was

were even

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

the big bird wore

an owl, with a curved

giant bird fell just now, it

feeling that they were being treated as food by

the promoted Pulse Control Realm and did not

would make people do

a cultivator could not

around and looked

said with a dry throat, “Senior Brother Doney, why didn’t you… Kill that big

Journey narrowed his eyes.

”Are you blaming me?”

his scalp go numb and his knees

Realm came

suddenly knelt