The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 672

If Charles controlled his body, he would have been subconsciously vigilant when he saw Caspian’s expression.

After all, he saw Caspian’s endless various methods, and he suffered a lot from them.

Nonetheless, it was just a pity that the one who took over the body was the ancestral spiritual thought that just woke up.

Not to mention the ancestral spiritual thought did not understand Caspian, but Charles’ body was also completely stretched out, and his figure would block his vision.

When he heard Caspian’s rhetorical question, Charles suddenly felt something was wrong.

He sensed a blurry white massive figure soaring over from the side.

Then, Charles turned to look with great difficulty, and he found a drooling giant white pig flying toward him.

“A… Flying pig?” Charles was stunned.

Before he could react, he saw the giant white pig open its massive mouth and grab his lower body away with a cracking sound.

“Caspian! This guy is tough! It’s so dangerous! I don’t want to eat him!” The giant white pig screamed and quickly fled into the distance, swallowing Charles’ lower body in three bites.

Charles looked at his bare lower body, and the ancestral spiritual thoughts that controlled the body already understood that he was ultimately defeated.

Handsome was one of the tricks Caspian left in his sleeves.

As the little white pig’s identity was mysterious, Caspian did not want to let it get involved too much.

If something went wrong, things would not be resolved so easily.

Nevertheless, in the final stage of the battle, it would naturally be great if Handsome ended the fight by catching the opponent by surprise.

Besides, it could get some benefits at the same time.

Caspian also waited for the opportunity.

Sure enough, Handsome gave the final blow under Caspian’s hint.

Whether it was Charles or the ancestral spiritual sense, they probably never expected that besides the Fauna Imperial Sect assistive beasts they killed, there was such a fierce beast that looked harmless to humans and animals eyeing him.

Charles only had half of his body left, and after flying into the sky for a while, he suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string.

Gradually, the look in his eyes changed from shock to shame and then to anger.

“I won’t accept this! No! This can’t be real!”

The ancestral spiritual thought was awoken, but it occupied a broken body.

Hence, it burst into monstrous anger.

With three roars in a row, a black-golden mist that was hundreds of times more potent than before suddenly poured out of Charles’ body.

Rumble!

The black-golden mist suddenly expanded and rushed out.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying hurricane that could destroy houses in a flash appeared.

Everyone on the ground was already seriously injured, and it was tough for them to move.

When they were swept up by the hurricane and suddenly flew out into the distance, all of them fainted almost instantly.

Caspian crossed his hands in front of him, his feet firmly on the ground, struggling to resist the burst of air.

At that time, he was also amazed.

Initially, he thought that destroying Charles’ body would completely solve the battle, but now it seemed that the spiritual sense was stronger than he imagined.

Caspian felt something and looked up.

In an instant, his pupils contracted sharply.