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.

gust of primordial Qi

pagoda descended from the

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

history, suppress ten thousand devils, completely

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

the Great cultivator of the Wastelands

can’t escape

roar was loud, there was

fell, a figure faintly appeared

tall and

appeared, the entire sky began to tremble,

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

“How, how dare you…”

figure dragged the sound for a

loud, when it reached people’s ears, it made Qi and blood in their bodies surge, making their breathing difficult, and

arrogant about?” Caspian laughed and stretched out his

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

the figure’s hand

struggled and twisted, it could not escape Caspian’s palm and was absorbed little

scene, Mark was almost

felt that there was still a

was only despair left

knew where he came from, he had no

worst, he would

left the Limit Gate and became an individual cultivator, he must be a master in

to

to hope that Caspian

strong wish was just his

Caspian seemed 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, it was a pity that it

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

image was scattered in three

and reached into the golden light, putting the nine-story pagoda into Celestial

light 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