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.

of primordial Qi arose from

nine-story pagoda descended from the

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

going to cross history, suppress ten thousand devils, completely

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

cultivator of

can’t escape

the roar was loud, there was a hint of viciousness

voice fell, a figure faintly

tall and looked down

appeared, the entire sky

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

“How, how dare you…”

the sound for a long

blood in their bodies surge, making their breathing difficult, and they

Caspian laughed and stretched out his hand to break the golden

moment, the figure extended his huge arm as if he was trying to stop Caspian. Compared with the palm of the figure, Caspian’s palm was like

moment, he grabbed the figure’s

matter how hard the figure struggled and twisted, it could not escape Caspian’s palm and was absorbed little by little by

this scene, Mark was almost scared out of his

was still a glimmer of hope

there was only despair

he came from,

he would

Gate and became an individual cultivator, he must be a master

this thought in mind, Mark no longer hesitated and turned to fly

was only one thought in his mind now, which was to hope that Caspian would be more interested in the nine

Mark’s strong wish was just his wishful

Caspian seemed to be pulling

moves, he completely suppressed the shadow of the Great

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

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 three

hand and reached into the golden light,

him suddenly dim, Mark’s heart

dare to turn his head to look, for fear