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 a wry

be the end of the days for the several bandit villages in

smaller villages and bandits, Terrence also had a hunch

out of the wooden

at her, he could not see that the girl’s cheeks

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

had been squeezed to the

before she came out, Camille had

after being recuperated by vigor of many bandits in the Second Dragon post, was obviously better

Looking at Terrence, Camille

was still as

in the night sky, Terrence had

relationship between Camille

the beginning, Camille said that the

seemed that

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

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

he thought about it, the more

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in Dragon Spine Mountain, was located far

Terrence once again witnessed the power of

forests, and

nearly ten days to

see the bandit village in the distance, which was as bright as

it was the first bandit

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

thing was that the citadel

whether they could

tonight, it was Camille

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

still confused, Camille, who was holding a blade,

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

able to see the whole process of Camille slaughtering the entire Windy Whirl Citadel from a high

one of the two