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

nine-story pagoda descended from

it appeared at this moment, it made one feel as if it was an

was going to cross history, suppress ten thousand devils,

cultivator of the Wastelands’ tomb of the

of the Great cultivator of the Wastelands

can’t escape from the

roar was loud, there was

voice fell, a figure faintly appeared above the

and looked down upon the

soon as he appeared, the entire sky began to tremble,

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

“How, how dare you…”

the sound

breathing difficult, and they felt extremely uncomfortable, as

dead man? What’s there to be so arrogant about?” Caspian

trying to stop Caspian. Compared with the palm of the

the next moment, he grabbed the figure’s

twisted, it could not escape Caspian’s palm

almost scared out

was still a glimmer of hope

only despair

if the other party already knew where he came

worst, he would

Limit Gate and became an

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

which was to hope that Caspian would be more interested in

wish was just his wishful

Caspian seemed to be pulling a

a few moves, he completely suppressed the shadow of

able to

tools, the nine palaces Heaven Tower that Mark had obtained was not a peerless divine weapon, so the phantom

illusory image was scattered in three or

and reached into the golden light, putting

behind him suddenly dim, Mark’s heart

panic and did not dare to turn his head to look, for fear of delaying even a thousandth of a blink