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 sudden, a gust of primordial Qi arose from

shining nine-story pagoda descended from the

only the size of an adult’s palm, when it appeared at

to cross history, suppress ten thousand devils,

cultivator of the Wastelands’ tomb of the Nine Great Amethyst

cultivator of

can’t escape from the

was loud, there

his voice fell, a figure faintly

extremely tall and looked down upon the

he appeared, the entire sky

good spirit tool.” Seeing this, Caspian’s

“How, how dare you…”

dragged the sound for

the sound was not loud, when 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

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

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

grabbed the figure’s hand and dragged it into

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

Mark was almost scared out

that there was still a glimmer of

was only despair left in his

he came from, he had no time

he

even if he left the Limit Gate and became an individual cultivator, he must

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

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

was just his wishful

Caspian seemed to be pulling a fishing

completely suppressed the shadow of the

the Great cultivator of the Wastelands was indeed able to easily

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

was scattered in

into the golden light,

golden light behind him suddenly dim, Mark’s heart suddenly

his head to look, for fear of delaying