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.

a gust of primordial Qi arose from the

nine-story pagoda descended from the

the size of an adult’s palm, when it appeared at this moment, it made one feel as if it was an ancient

to cross history, suppress ten thousand

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

the Great cultivator of the Wastelands was contained

can’t escape from

though the roar was loud, there was a hint of viciousness

his voice fell, a figure faintly appeared above the small

was extremely tall and looked down

as he appeared, the entire sky began to

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

“How, how dare you…”

figure dragged the sound

surge, making their breathing difficult, and they felt extremely uncomfortable, as if something had pressed down on their chests, and their whole bodies were falling straight

Caspian

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

the figure’s hand and

could not escape Caspian’s palm

this scene, Mark was almost scared

that there was still a glimmer of hope

was only despair left in

came from, he had

worst, he would

the Limit Gate and became an

mind, Mark no longer hesitated and turned to fly away, even ignoring the nine palaces of the Wild

thought in his mind now, which 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 pulling

he completely suppressed the shadow of the Great cultivator of

cultivator of the Wastelands was indeed able to easily

since then. Even if his will remained in spirit tools, the nine palaces Heaven Tower that Mark had obtained was not a peerless divine weapon, so the phantom power was not worth mentioning in front

was scattered in

out his hand and reached into the golden light, putting the nine-story

golden light behind him suddenly

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