The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Without Camille’s order, Terrence began to carry the bodies on the ground.

After doing this once, he got familiar with it.

The bodies on the ground quickly began to form a well-shaped triangle.

However, the number of bandits on the Second Dragon post was nearly half more than that in the Third King Village.

In addition, he was injured, so his speed was a little slower.

While sorting out the bodies, Terrence saw the only body of Pulse Control Realm cultivator in the Second Dragon Post.

In fact, he had seen Pulse Control Realm cultivators in both Windy Whirl Citadel and the Second Dragon Post.

However, as a nobody in the eyes of cultivators, he was naturally not qualified to talk with these bandits at cultivator level.

He could only look at them from a distance and secretly envied them.

The biggest feeling in Terrence’s heart was that Pulse Control Realm was so strong that they could do whatever they wanted in the Dragon Spine Mountain. But today, a Pulse Control Realm cultivator of the Second Dragon Post lay in front of Terrence, getting colder and harder bit by bit.

The expression on the corpse’s face was still frozen before his death.

Different from the confusion on other bandits’ faces before they died, the bandit leader of Pulse Control Realm looked shocked and scared.

The fear even made his facial features twist, and the horror in his eyes could be seen clearly even if he was dead.

Obviously, before he died, he realized that Camille was also a cultivator.

And, both her realm and strength completely crushed him.

Otherwise, how could he be so desperate?

After tidying up the bodies, Terrence found an open space with ease and sat down to rest.

As for Camille, she took out the stone mill and ground the corpse to extract vigor.

After vigor was done, she took Caspian to the room next to her, closed the door, and treated him.

Seeing everything quieted down, Terrence looked at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly felt that the moonlight tonight seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy blood red.

stunned for a while, he couldn’t help sighing with a wry

the end of the days for the several bandit villages in Dragon Spine

other smaller villages and bandits, Terrence also had a hunch that this night would be the beginning

Camille came out of the wooden

covering her face, even if Terrence looked at her, he could not see that

looked like a bottomless pit, was filled with the

body had been squeezed to

she came out, Camille had

recuperated by vigor of many bandits in the Second Dragon post, was obviously better than when he was in the Third King Village, and there was hope of his waking

Whirl Citadel…” Looking at Terrence, Camille

was still as fast as

the night sky, Terrence

help thinking about the relationship between Camille and the unconscious

that the man was

that it was very likely

King Village, Terrence had heard from Camille that he was

were brother and sister, they did not look like to be in

thought about it,

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powerful bandit village in Dragon Spine Mountain, was

again witnessed

forests, and valleys were

ten days

hours to see the bandit village in the distance, which was

and it was the first

the scale of the whole bandit village was much larger than that of the Second Dragon Village, which

that the citadel was covered

it was hard to say whether they could break through the outermost

tonight, it was

still in mid-air, Camille slashed out. Under the bright moon, one could see a film of

bandits of Windy Whirl Citadel were still confused, Camille, who

but the pressure she brought was

hung on the jade plate, so was able to see the whole process of

of the two Pulse Control Realm cultivators of the