The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 650

Ozul was the one who stood in front of Solana.

As the opponent stepped forward, Ozul’s heart trembled, and the image of Liliana being blasted to pieces appeared in his mind.

Then, Ozul grabbed the evil cultivator beside him to block himself almost instinctively, and he swiftly retreated.

“The Disorderly Scenic Dance!”

Boom!

The mighty massive ax rolled up the dust and suddenly smashed downward.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be trembling as if it would collapse at any time.

The evil cultivator standing in front of Solana quickly turned pale, and he widened his mouth, wanting to scream and escape.

However, the suddenly falling air condensed like mercury, making him feel that it was tough to move, let alone flee.

Bang!

The evil cultivator was slammed into a mass of meat patty in a flash, and his blood and flesh were mixed into a piece.

The strong billowing wind blew on Ozul’ s face, bringing along the intense smell of iron.

As one of the top ten bandits in South Earlington, Ozul killed numerous people.

If he were in a foul mood, he would even destroy an entire village that consisted of hundreds of people.

However, he suddenly shuddered and started to feel fear when he caught a whiff of the bloody odor.

Suddenly, Ozul heard Solana’s indifferent voice.

“You can’t escape.”

Ozul was startled, and he immediately raised his head.

He was surprised to find that Solana was already in front of him while he was distracted.

“How’s this possible?!” Ozul shouted in panic.

Unfortunately for Ozul, Solana was unlike Omar, and she would not say much.

Instead, her answer was to show her claws directly.

“The Strangulation of an Angered Dragon!”

“The Reaper’s Harvest!”

Ozul gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand erupted with a burst of sword lights.

“If you dare to kill me, you’ll also lose your hand!”

Ozul’s eyes flashed, and he did not believe that Solana would ignore the severe injury and attack him.

Moreover, Ozul thought that even if Solana did not care, his blade would surely severely hurt her, and she would lose at least 90% of her strength if she slammed her palm down.

Even though it was only a fleeting moment, Ozul already thought of countless possibilities.

Sadly for Ozul, he was wrong about Solana, and he also underestimated her.

Swoosh!

The sword lights pierced through Solana’s palm, splashing out blood.

Ozul did not have the time to feel the joy, and he watched as the delicate pale palm suddenly exerted force and twisted.

Crack!

The longsword in his hand was not only dodged by the opponent, but also twisted like dough by the opponent with one hand.

“You!”

Ozul looked up in surprise, and he coincidentally met Solana’s eyes.

Solana’s eyes were as calm as water, as if the heavily injured palm that was pierced through by a sword was not hers.

“How’s this possible?!”