The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

It was like breaking a wall.

With a bang, there was a roar in the void, and Anita fell straight down. The fierce friction ignited flames around. It looked like meteorites falling.

Anita let out a long howl and the blood-red wings on his back unfolded.

In an instant, the flames stretched for thousands of miles. He flapped his wings, causing the air around him to distort. The falling force was immediately stopped by him.

Hanging in mid-air, he looked around.

The sky was high and the earth was wide, as if he was in the ruins of a city. The yellow sand was all over the sky, and the setting sun was like blood. There was a desolate atmosphere everywhere.

Everywhere he could see, there were broken walls, crumbling, or collapsing. Some were still intact, some were only left with beams, and the marks of cutting knives and axes could be seen everywhere. There were dark blood stains everywhere.

This city seemed to be so large that it had no borders.

Anita hovered in mid-air, feeling like a drop in the ocean. He was so small that he could never reach his destination. However, there seemed to be a barrier in the distance, the sky above his head, and the ground under his feet, and there was a terrifying pressure everywhere.

In this place, if it weren’t for cultivators with great perseverance and great spirit, they would have been directly crushed into lunatics and fools by the omnipresent momentum as soon as they stepped in.

Although it seemed that this place had been abandoned, Anita did not take it lightly, nor did he act rashly.

This was a trial to enter the Ancient Kingdom sect. This was a place where the cultivators would tremble with fear when they heard the name of the Black-White Pagoda. Even the wind that blew past could separate the flesh and blood of Real Immortal Realms and turn them into ghastly white bones.

If one underestimated the enemy, one would definitely suffer a great loss and even die.

Anita directly activated the Way of Wisdom, and his Divine Sense surged out like a tide. He did not let go of every broken brick and tile, even every grain of yellow sand.

as he was concentrating on his

thin air, carrying with it a sinister chill. Like a

Swoosh!

pierced through his body. However, his body immediately turned into a residual shadow and was torn into pieces

next moment, Anita’s figure

that had just been pierced through was only a

hand, his five fingers emitted a sharp golden light and grabbed the

the spear was shattered into

from the broken spear, like smoke of war, the smell of blood and fire, and the shouts of fighting. A strange figure, half-human

over its body. Its head was a ferocious wolf’s head, but its torso

as it appeared, there was a gust of demonic wind and

faces appeared one after another. They roared loudly at Anita. Their

soul condensed from fiendish energy and Rancorous

and recognized the nature of this

time were

Qi of the Great Saint of the Demon Race and the Real Immortal Realm. It was extremely powerful and even condensed a body. It was incomparably powerful and overbearing.

suns appeared around it, rising and falling like a

put his hands together and pointed his sword. A cold light

Move

a strand of hair, but in a flash, it was as sharp as cutting through Yin and Yang,

Boom!

through the heavens. Countless void was melted and disintegrated,

soul had no face. Its head was like a mass of wriggling black mud,

stretched out. Its body split open from the middle, and numerous sharp teeth popped out from it.

Anita snorted and punched