The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 2279

After a while, Caspian suddenly felt as if the ship had hit something.

A squeezing force surged from all directions.

The sound of steel twisting could be heard all around the ship.

Caspian looked at Yaoguang and saw her saying, "We're here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Caspian saw everything around him suddenly open.

This scene seemed to be squeezed out of the congested crowd in an instant.

An open plain appeared in front of Caspian.

The plain was covered with fine golden sand, and hundreds of figures had gathered in the distance.

Further away was a towering city wall that reached the sky like a dragon spine.

Behind the city wall was the interior of the Glory City.

Caspian and the others stopped outside the city.

"We have to wait here for a while," Yaoguang said.

Under the guidance of Yaoguang, Caspian flew off the ship.

After landing on the ground, he immediately felt that there were divine thoughts falling toward him.

These divine thoughts were full of suspicion, scrutiny, and even some malicious probing.

Coupled with the tens of millions of years of accumulated aura outside the city, if the newly arrived cultivator was careless, they might be crushed to the ground.

Caspian gave a cold humph then suddenly spread out his Divine Awareness.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound in the surrounding void, like the sound of lightning exploding.

The golden sand under his feet swayed a few times like water waves, and the Divine Awareness that fell on Caspian's body was suddenly shattered.

The other Divine Awarenesss that were still trying to get close to him quickly retracted, as if they were tentacles that felt pain.

Caspian looked at Yaoguang, indicating that he was fine.

Yaoguang nodded and led Caspian forward.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Caspian quickly observed the surrounding cultivators.

These cultivators came earlier than Caspian.

According to Yaoguang's information, Caspian already knew that they came from different Ancient Kingdoms.

Only a small portion of them had arrived.

As these cultivators had not officially entered the sect yet, they did not put on their uniform robes.

For example, Caspian had not yet passed the trial test and entered the Divine Martial Sect, so he was still wearing his robe.

As soon as he approached, Caspian felt the strong aura from these cultivators.

Most of the cultivators were sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Their auras lingered in the air, like the roars of tigers and dragons, like raging waves and thunder.

Caspian saw that one of the cultivators had millions of saber lights flashing behind him.

Each of these saber lights was extremely sharp, as if they were completely condensed from light. Any random stroke could cut the darkness into pieces and bring eternal light.

There was another cultivator. Even though he was meditating, his head was surrounded by a wriggling bloody mist.

This bloody mist seemed to be brewing a peerless fiendish demon. That tragic aura caused a sea of blood to rise above his head.

Among them, countless Fiendgod beasts were howling wildly.