The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1282

“Vigor of cultivators is far beyond that of mortals, so we have more time to travel,” Journey’s voice came.

His words were faint, but it gave people a feeling of temptation. Everyone immediately looked up and found that it was as Journey had said.

The warship was still moving forward. They were clearly close to the palace.

When the accident happened before, they could only see the outline of the palace like a triangular awl. But now, they could already see the cornices and pavilions on the surface of the palace.

“This palace is built from an empty island,” said Yvonne.

A moment later, she looked over and said.

The others had also heard her words. However, they could no longer focus their attention on the palace in front of them. In particular, Silent Lion and Cidas Mont’s cultivators were all in a daze. Because they all knew that once vigors of the two cultivators were exhausted, it would be their turn. Right now, the only thing they could do was hope for this warship to walk a bit faster and further.

In fact, reality was always disappointing. And this disappointment came so quickly.

The warship that was moving, under a wave of scalp numbing creaking sounds, gradually slowed down, and then completely stopped.

Cidas leaned on the side of the ship, looked down, and then said to everyone with a pale face, “It’s coming again…”

Once again, the white bone arm firmly grabbed the warship. In the darkness above everyone’s heads, the sound of flapping wings came at the same time. An intense danger continued to suppress the souls of everyone present like an army pressing down on a realm.

Everyone understood that it was time for someone to make a sacrifice.

The several Pulse Control Realm cultivators present, especially the six or seven people around Silent and Cidas, trembled at this moment. No one urged, but everyone knew who would die this time.

The air in his lungs was squeezed out bit by bit, and Silent Lion’s face became more and more ugly. It was a mixture of regret, anger, and shame. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. The current situation was completely different from what he had expected. But in front of them, there was only one way, either follow Journey Doney or die.

Silent’s gaze fell on the faces of everyone present. First were Journey and the man and woman beside him. Almost in an instant, his eyes swept over the three people.

There was no need to explain the reason.

The huge gap between Heavenly Spirit Realm and Holy Land Realm was enough for him to dispel all unrealistic ideas.

Joyce Owen was next.

Silent’s gaze paused for a moment before turning to Caspian beside him.

The two Pulse Control Realm cultivators who followed Joyce here had been an example of dying in the darkness and this strange lake above everyone’s heads.

At this moment, Joyce was alone. Compared to the others, her expression and state at the moment made her look more like a walking dead.

In fact, if according to what Journey had just said, cultivators of Holy Land Realm should be far farther than that of the Pulse Control Realm, which could allow the warship to travel safely. But at this time, Silent did not dare to covet Joyce.

Joyce was indeed left alone. But this also meant that she had no way out.

A second stage of the Pulse Control Realm who had no worries and no way out, Silent didn’t feel that he couldn’t kill her, but it was inappropriate.

What if the other party went crazy, smashed the warship with all her strength, dragged everyone to death?

Silent’s eyes finally shifted from Joyce to Caspian next to her. After a while, he shook his head quietly.

The realm of Caspian was at The third stage of Holy Land Realm, similar to his. He didn’t want to touch a second stage of the Holy Land Realm Joyce, let alone Caspian who was in the same realm as him.

What was more, during the previous conflict, Caspian threw the formation maps in his hand one after another, and there was a faint smile on his face. All this showed that although this guy’s realm was only higher than Joyce’s, it was not easy to provoke him in this aspect.