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.

sudden, a gust of primordial

nine-story pagoda descended from

of an adult’s palm, when it appeared at this moment,

suppress ten thousand devils,

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

Sense of the Great cultivator of the Wastelands

can’t escape from

the roar was loud, there was a hint of viciousness

voice fell, a figure faintly appeared

tall and

appeared, the entire sky began to tremble,

It seems that this is really a good spirit tool.” Seeing

“How, how dare you…”

the sound

people’s ears, it made Qi and blood in their bodies surge, making their breathing difficult, and they felt extremely uncomfortable, as if something had

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

as if he was trying to stop Caspian. Compared with the palm of

the next moment, he grabbed the figure’s hand and dragged

could not escape Caspian’s

almost

was still

only despair

the other party already knew where he came

he

and became an individual cultivator, he must be a

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

that Caspian would be more interested in the nine palaces of the Wild

Mark’s strong wish was

to be pulling a

he completely suppressed the shadow of the Great cultivator of the

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

remained in spirit tools, the nine palaces Heaven Tower that

image was scattered

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

the golden light behind him suddenly dim, Mark’s

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