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

pagoda

pagoda was only the size of an adult’s palm, when it appeared at this moment, it made one feel

to cross history, suppress ten thousand devils,

happened to get this tower when I entered the Great cultivator of the Wastelands’ tomb of the Nine Great Amethyst Palace Realm cultivators

cultivator of the Wastelands

can’t escape

loud, there was

fell, a figure faintly appeared above the

figure was extremely tall and looked down upon the

appeared, the entire sky began to

is really a good spirit tool.” Seeing this, Caspian’s eyes lit up and he reached out

“How, how dare you…”

figure dragged the sound

Qi and blood in their bodies surge, making their breathing difficult, and they felt extremely uncomfortable, as if something

to be so arrogant about?” Caspian laughed and stretched out his hand

if he was trying to stop Caspian. Compared with the palm of the figure, Caspian’s palm was like

figure’s hand and dragged it into Celestial

hard the figure struggled and twisted, it could not

almost

there was still a glimmer of hope

despair left in his

knew where he came from, he had no time to care about anything

he

even if he left the Limit Gate and became an individual cultivator, he

longer hesitated and turned to fly away, even ignoring the nine palaces of the

hope that Caspian would be more interested in

Mark’s strong wish was

this moment, Caspian seemed to

completely suppressed the shadow of

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

thousands of years since then. Even if his will remained in spirit tools, the nine palaces Heaven Tower that Mark had obtained was

scattered in

into the golden

him

a panic and did not dare to turn his head to look, for