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.

he couldn’t help sighing

it was destined to be the end of the days for the several bandit villages in

had a hunch that this night would be

half-night, Camille came out of the wooden

if Terrence looked at her,

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

time, Camille’s body had been squeezed to

came out, Camille had already

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

Windy Whirl Citadel…” Looking at Terrence, Camille said

as

in the night sky,

thinking about the relationship between Camille and the unconscious

the beginning, Camille said that

now it seemed that

the Three King Village, Terrence had heard from Camille that

if they were brother and sister, they did not look like to be in this case at

thought about it, the

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most powerful bandit village in Dragon Spine Mountain, was

once again witnessed the power of

forests, and valleys

it would take nearly ten days

it only took less than two hours to see the bandit village in the

was the first bandit village to have a cultivator to

bandit village was much larger than that

most important thing was that the citadel was

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

tonight, it was Camille who

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

Whirl Citadel were still confused, Camille, who was

butterflies, but the pressure she brought was like

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

was one of the