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

of the days for the several

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

came out of the

her face, even if Terrence looked at her, he could

looked like a bottomless pit, was filled with the

time, Camille’s body had been squeezed

she came out, Camille had already taken

still had time to 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,

Whirl Citadel…” Looking

still as

night sky, Terrence had nothing

help thinking about the relationship between Camille and the

beginning, Camille said that the man

seemed that

killed Stone Iron in the Three King Village, Terrence had heard from Camille

they did not look

thought about it, the more confused

***

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

again witnessed the power of cultivator’s magic

and valleys were left

take nearly ten days

only took less than two hours to see the bandit village in the distance, which was as bright as

it was the first bandit village

the scale of the whole bandit village was much larger

was that the citadel

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

was Camille who came

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

were still confused, Camille, who

but the pressure she brought was like a

to see the whole process of Camille slaughtering

one of the two