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.

stunned for a while, he couldn’t help sighing with a

the end of the days for

villages and bandits, Terrence also had a hunch that this night

out

face, even if Terrence looked at

like a bottomless pit, was filled with

had been squeezed to the

came out, Camille had

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

Citadel…” Looking at Terrence, Camille

was still as

flying quickly in the night sky, Terrence

about the relationship

that the man was her

seemed that it was very

killed Stone Iron in the Three King Village,

sister, they did not look like

it, the

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powerful bandit village in Dragon

witnessed the power of

and valleys

ten days

moonlight, it only took less than two hours to see the

the first bandit village to have a cultivator to guard

of the whole bandit village was much larger than that of the Second

the most important thing was that the citadel was covered

was hard to say whether they could break through the outermost defense arrays, even if the other bandits joined forces to attack

tonight, it was Camille who

bright moon, one could see a

Whirl Citadel were still confused, Camille, who was

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

plate, so was able to see the whole process of

one of the two Pulse Control