The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

After walking for a distance, the two cultivators seemed unable to hold on any longer. They supported each other and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

“Senior Brother…” One of the female cultivators looked at the male cultivator beside her and revealed a sad smile. “Now only we are still alive…”

The male cultivator turned his neck with difficulty and looked aside.

There were several corpses of cultivators and a lot of muddy blood. After they met in Black-White Pagoda, they formed an alliance to search for treasures. However, after arriving at this area, he was suddenly attacked.

There was actually an incarnation of a Fiendgod in the souls of the dead. After a fierce battle, although both the Fiendgods and the souls of the deceased had been destroyed, only the two survived cultivator.

Looking in the direction the male cultivator was looking in, the female cultivator’s eyes could not help but turn red.

After so many people had died, they were both seriously injured. Although there was still about half of the time left for the trial test, it was almost impossible for them to get the opportunity now. Even being able to get out alive had become an extravagant hope.

“Senior Brother…” The female cultivator pondered for a moment and said, “What should we do next? I think it’s best for us to find a place to recuperate first. After all, if we meet dead souls again, we may die here…”

“What you said makes sense.” As soon as the male cultivator finished speaking, he suddenly changed the topic. “But I have a better idea.”

“Huh?” The female cultivator was confused and was about to turn around.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her chest. When she lowered her head, she saw a bright sword light piercing through her chest.

The hilt of the Immortal’s Sword was held by the male cultivator.

“Senior Brother, you…” The female cultivator wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and soon realized that a chill spread all over her body.

Almost in an instant, she sat still as if she had been frozen. She could only watch as the male cultivator stabbed the Immortal’s Sword deeper and deepen

cultivator’s face was no longer as tired as after the battle. On the contrary, there

at the female cultivator with

I have an important task to do

male cultivator burst out a spiritual

Immortal’s Sword instantly emitted countless sword radiance, like a peacock opening its tail. With a ripping sound, it tore the female

blink of an eye, a blood-soaked formation emerged. The array

the flying sand and stones forced the male cultivator

tall, short, and thin figures appeared in the tornado. A strong evil spirit instantly filled

bothered with anything else. With a ‘plop’ sound, he

the next moment, the tornado spread out, revealing the faces of the dozen or so figures. Although they

and they were all Great Saints comparable

Great Saints of the Demon Race descended upon this place and immediately caused the earth to tremble. The souls within a radius of more than a

shivering all over in the face

gritted his teeth and said, “I have done what you ordered. When will you let

of the Great

appeared in the Great Saint’s palm. Within that sphere of red light, a small figure

find that this young man’s facial features were almost the same

the Great Saint said with a

if he had foreseen something,

and rushed toward

Saint’s face darkened as he clenched his

ball of cyan flame

was immediately filled with despair.

to the ground, the man’s body had completely turned into a piece of dead wood. With