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.

a while, he couldn’t help sighing with

was destined to be the end of the days for the

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

out of the

face, even if Terrence looked at her, he

which looked like a bottomless pit, was filled with the Devil’s Blood Exchanging Technique

this time, Camille’s body had

came out, Camille had already taken

after being 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

Windy Whirl Citadel…” Looking at

still as fast as

night sky, Terrence had nothing to

the relationship

said that the man

that it was very

Iron in the Three King Village, Terrence had heard from Camille that he was her

not look like to be in this case at

he thought about it, the more

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most powerful bandit village in Dragon Spine Mountain, was located far away from the Second Dragon

again witnessed the power of cultivator’s magic

forests, and valleys were left

take nearly ten days

hours to see the bandit village in

cultivators, and it was the first bandit village to have a cultivator to guard

much larger than that of the Second Dragon Village,

thing was that the citadel was covered

bandits in the whole Dragon Spine Mountain, it was hard to say whether they could break through the outermost defense

tonight, it was Camille who

one could see a film of light shaking rapidly above Windy

bandits of Windy Whirl Citadel were still confused, Camille, who was holding a blade,

movements were as light as butterflies, but the pressure she brought was like a mountain surrounded by blood rings,

on the jade plate, so was able to see the whole process of Camille slaughtering the entire Windy Whirl Citadel from a

of the two Pulse Control Realm cultivators of