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 descended from

palm, when it appeared at this moment,

was going to cross history, suppress ten thousand devils, completely

cultivator of the Wastelands’ tomb of the Nine Great Amethyst

Sense of the Great cultivator of the Wastelands was contained

can’t escape from the

was loud, there

fell, a figure

figure was extremely tall and looked down upon

the entire sky began to tremble,

that this is really a good spirit tool.” Seeing this, Caspian’s

“How, how dare you…”

sound for a

it reached 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 pressed down on their chests, and their whole

What’s there to be so arrogant about?” Caspian laughed and stretched out his hand to break the golden

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

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

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

this scene, Mark was almost scared out of his

was still

only despair left in

where he came from, he had no

he

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

to fly away,

mind now, which was to hope that Caspian

strong wish was

moment, Caspian seemed to be pulling a fishing

moves, he completely suppressed the shadow of

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

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

was scattered in three or

stretched out his hand and reached into the golden

the golden light behind him suddenly

did not dare to turn his head to look, for fear of