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The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1794

"Let's see where you can escape!"

The three incarnations roared in unison.

The original body and the other incarnation had already arrived.

In an instant, the surrounding void was sealed.

The air was as heavy as water, and the void was like a steel plate.

A magnificent feeling, like that of primitive times, fell on Caspian's head.

The power and divine power were so strong that it was as if the sun had fallen and the river of stars had sunk.

"Die!"

The five of them shouted in unison.

Hong!

The void collapsed inward, and countless cracks appeared. It was as if the entire world was about to split into pieces.

Countless airflow swept and the wind and clouds shook.

All the decorations in the palace were rare treasures, and they instantly exploded into powder.

The Ancestor reached out and tore open the chaotic airflow. In an instant, she rushed to the place where Caspian had been before.

"Hmm?"

She frowned when she could not see any trace of flesh or blood or smell any blood.

But the next moment, one of the avatars saw a broken magic robe.

She narrowed her eyes, stretched out her hand, and took a closer look at the broken magic robe.

"It's that guy's robe!"

The Ancestor's divine sense spread out but failed to capture Caspian's aura. She muttered to herself, "Could it be that he was completely scattered in an instant after he was attacked too heavily?"

As she spoke, her several incarnations seemed to inadvertently take a step to the side.

The next moment, an aura that was ten times more solemn than before broke out between the incarnations and the real body.

"Kid, you're too young to pretend to be dead and escape!"

With that, Ancestor clawed out with her five fingers.

A dragon's roar and tiger's roar came from behind her.

The rolling spiritual Qi condensed into a Flood Dragon's claw the size of a door plank. It seemed to be tangible and was like tofu, piercing into the void in front of him.

Peng!

The void instantly exploded.

Spiritual Qi surged and the hurricane whistled.

The figure of Caspian suddenly fell out, smashed a wall, and flew out. At the same time, there was a desperate roar, "Senior brother, save me!"

"Are you still looking for helpers?" Ancestor smiled hideously.

She had just seen through the track of Caspian's hiding place and pretended to take the bait. Then she took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness to severely injure him in an instant.

At this moment, the black flood dragon ancestor's anger of three incarnations being destroyed in a row seemed to have been vented, and she was in a good mood.

"You're still too young to fight with me!" Ancestor sneered and immediately chased after Caspian with her doppelganger.

She smashed the crumbling palace wall with one palm, and when she looked around, she did not find Caspian.

But at this moment, there was a straight path ahead.

"Hum, even if the void is distorted, it's still a straight path. As long as I follow it, I'll catch up with you."

I'd like to see how long a seriously injured ant can struggle."

As soon as she finished speaking, the original body and incarnation of the black flood dragon spread out. At the same time, they connected with each other's auras and flew forward, causing a horrible wave of blood.

At this time, Wan Yanjie and the others, who had temporarily stopped moving forward, were carefully identifying the direction.

"Senior Brother, this is the mark we made last time we passed by." A female disciple said.

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and saw a symbol that belonged to the Imperial Universe Sect carved on a pillar at the side.

Wan Yanjie's eyes behind his long hair narrowed slightly.

Now he was completely sure that there were other formations in the palace.

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