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

end of the days for the several

for the other smaller villages and bandits, Terrence also had a hunch

out of

at her, he could not

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

body had been squeezed

came out, Camille had already taken

adjust her breathing while heading for the next bandit village. Moreover, for her, Caspian’s injury, after being recuperated by vigor of many bandits in the Second Dragon post, was obviously better than when he was in the Third

Windy Whirl Citadel…” Looking at Terrence, Camille said

still as fast as

night sky, Terrence had nothing

relationship between Camille and the unconscious

said that the man

that it was very

the Three King Village, Terrence had heard from Camille

they did not look like to be

it,

***

Whirl Citadel, as the largest and most powerful bandit village in

once again witnessed the

forests, and

it would take nearly ten

only took less than two hours to see the bandit village

two cultivators, and it was the

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

thing was that the citadel was covered by defense

hard to say whether they could break through the outermost defense arrays, even

it was Camille

in mid-air, Camille slashed out. Under the bright moon, one could see a film of light shaking rapidly above Windy Whirl Citadel,

confused, Camille, who was holding a blade, jumped down

but the pressure she brought was like a mountain surrounded by blood rings, falling down in

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

one of the two