The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1217

Blood gushed out from Yates Gandi’s wrists, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, and ankles.

After the sword radiance penetrated his body, its power did not decrease. Like eight long nails, it nailed Yates Gandi straight to the ground.

“I’m not convinced!” Yates Gandi roared.

The fresh blood in his mouth dyed his teeth red, his expression looked like that of a crazed demon, extremely ferocious.

A dazzling white light emerged from his chest. In the white light, the shape of a small sword could be faintly seen, which was being condensed. He was seriously injured and his life source was losing rapidly. It was much more difficult for him to cast magical power than before. This was similar to the fact that Jones Henry did not have enough spiritual Qi at that time and could not use his spiritual Qi. However, with the support of anger, Yates Gandi’s magical power gradually condensed.

The small sword became clearer and clearer, and the light was dazzling. It was about to break out from a white light. The surrounding void seemed to be frozen at this moment. Just like in the middle of summer before the thunderstorm, there was a suffocating smell in the air.

“Caspian, if you have no follow-up means, just wait for me to kill you! I will tear the entire swamp into pieces. I don’t believe you can escape!”

Yates Gandi’s eyes widened with endless resentment. Before this, he had never suffered such humiliation.

The little sword became more and more condensed. The powerful edge of the sword kept cutting in all directions.

“Almost, almost!” Yates Gandi stared at his chest with a grim smile.

But, a touch of white suddenly appeared in the void in front of him. This white light was fundamentally different from the white of the sword light. It was like snow and ice. There was also a coldness unique to ice and snow.

“What is this?” Yates Gandi was stunned, and then he saw the flying snow all over the sky pressing down on him.

In the flying snow, the ice awl, like a spear, stabbed straight into the small sword that was about to condense.

“No! No!” Yates Gandi roared in grief and indignation.

As long as he waited for another three or five breaths, the small sword would be condensed. Unless a cultivator of second stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm made a move, it could not be stopped. But now, because of such a small gap, his efforts were in vain at the last moment. What made he even more confused was where the ice and snow came from. It was as if they had appeared out of thin air.

Just as he was exasperated, a bolt of lightning followed closely behind. Lightning interweaved in a tight dragnet and immediately enveloped him.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle!

Crack! Crack!

Yates Gandi’s skin and flesh were blown up, his spiritual Qi was in disorder, and he screamed in pain. The intense pain also accelerated his thinking at this time. In his mind, he couldn’t help but think of all kinds of strange actions that Caspian had done when he stopped in mid-air.

First, it was the crystal clear long spear, then the long saber with thunder and lightning, and then the heavy shield covered with flames.

As soon as he thought of this, Yates Gandi felt a burning air blast coming at him. He raised his head and looked at the flames falling toward him like falling meteorites, with disbelief in his eyes.

What the hell was going on!

Why was the order the same as what Caspian had displayed in mid-air?