The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As soon as this voice sounded, Mark suddenly felt his heart suddenly stop.

All the blood in his body was frozen, his limbs were cold, and his soul seemed to be struggling out of his body.

How is this possible!

After a short breath, Mark trembled, came to his senses, and turned around in a hurry.

In an instant, he saw Caspian hover less than 300 meters away from him.

On Caspian’s right hand, more than a dozen spirit tools were rotating.

Those spirit tools were the most powerful and lethal ones.

The reason why Mark released them at the beginning was to launch a strong attack on the other party, which was the most powerful blow to Caspian from the beginning.

Unfortunately, these magic weapons were all in the hands of Caspian. And he was safe and sound.

The unscathed Caspian was in stark contrast with the roaring explosion in the distance.

“How, how could you…” Mark stammered.

He couldn’t figure out what was going on.

What‘s more, he couldn’t figure out why Caspian would appear here at this moment, not in the center of the explosion.

That was his strongest strike just now. He was even confident that with so many magic weapons, even if the other party was at the Peak of the third stage of Heavenly Spirit Realm, Caspian would be seriously injured and become a piece of dough that Mark could crush. But now, everything was different from what Mark thought.

“It’s quite powerful…” Caspian looked at the mixed light in the distance.

Countless pieces of the sword continued to collide, creating dazzling sparks that scattered in all directions.

Caspian’s eyes turned to Mark, who was stunned like a wooden chicken, and his voice gradually lowered.

“But no matter how powerful it is, it will be in vain if it can’t hit anyone…”

“Impossible! The nine palaces of the Heaven Tower of Desolation!” Mark snapped back to reality.

His eyes were filled with panic and confusion.

At the same time, with a hint of ferocity and cruelty, he reached out his hand and threw it away.

gust of primordial

nine-story pagoda descended

of an adult’s palm, when it appeared at this moment, it made one feel as

to cross history, suppress ten thousand

entered the Great cultivator of the Wastelands’ tomb of the Nine Great Amethyst

cultivator of the

can’t escape from the

roar was loud, there was a hint

a figure faintly appeared

extremely tall and looked

entire sky began to tremble,

seems that this is really a good spirit tool.” Seeing this, Caspian’s

“How, how dare you…”

figure dragged the sound

their bodies surge, making their breathing difficult, and they felt extremely uncomfortable, as if something had pressed down on

about?” Caspian laughed

figure extended his huge arm as if he was trying to stop Caspian. Compared

the figure’s hand and dragged

not escape Caspian’s palm and was absorbed little by little by

this scene, Mark was almost scared

there was still a glimmer

despair

if the other party already knew where he came from, he had no time to care about anything

he would

the Limit Gate and became an individual

in mind, Mark no longer hesitated and turned to fly away, even ignoring

was to hope that Caspian would be more interested in the nine palaces of

Mark’s strong wish was just his wishful

moment, Caspian seemed to be

few moves, he completely suppressed the shadow of the Great

the post-archean times, the Great cultivator of the Wastelands was indeed able to easily crush

then. Even if his will remained in spirit tools, the nine palaces Heaven Tower that Mark had obtained was not a peerless divine

illusory image was scattered in

out his hand and reached into the golden light, putting the

behind him suddenly

his head to look, for fear of delaying even a thousandth