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

was destined to be the end of the days

Terrence also had a hunch that this

half-night, Camille came out

the veil covering her face, even if Terrence looked at

pit, was filled with the Devil’s Blood

had been squeezed

out, Camille had already taken

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

Looking at Terrence, Camille said

was still as fast as

quickly in the night sky,

help thinking about the relationship between Camille

the beginning, Camille said that the man

now it seemed that it was very

the Three King Village, Terrence had heard

they did not look like to

it, the more

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powerful bandit village in Dragon Spine Mountain, was located far away

tonight, Terrence once again witnessed the power of

mountains, forests, and valleys were

take nearly ten days

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

and it was the first bandit village to have a cultivator to guard

much larger than that of the Second Dragon Village, which ranked

important thing was that the citadel was covered by

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

tonight, it was

Under the bright moon, one could see a

Windy Whirl Citadel were still confused, Camille, who was holding a blade,

butterflies, but the pressure she brought was like a mountain surrounded

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

killed was one of the two