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 arose from

nine-story pagoda descended

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

to cross history, suppress ten

get this tower when I entered the Great cultivator of the

Divine Sense of the Great cultivator of the Wastelands was contained in

escape from

was loud, there was

figure

figure was extremely tall and looked down upon the

appeared, the entire sky began to tremble, revealing a

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

“How, how dare you…”

the sound for a

bodies surge, making their breathing difficult,

What’s there to be so arrogant about?” Caspian laughed and stretched

trying to stop Caspian. Compared with the palm

the next moment, he grabbed the figure’s hand

not escape Caspian’s palm and was absorbed

almost scared

was still a glimmer of hope

only despair left in his

party already knew where he came from, he had no time to

he would

Gate and became an individual cultivator, he

no longer hesitated and turned to fly away, even

hope that Caspian would be more interested in the nine palaces

strong wish was just his

moment, Caspian seemed to be pulling a fishing

suppressed the shadow of the Great cultivator of

the Wastelands was indeed able to easily

in spirit tools, the nine palaces Heaven Tower

image was scattered

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

him suddenly dim, Mark’s heart suddenly

his head to look, for fear of delaying even a thousandth of a