The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

After walking for a distance, the two cultivators seemed unable to hold on any longer. They supported each other and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Senior Brother..." One of the female cultivators looked at the male cultivator beside her and revealed a sad smile. "Now only we are still alive."

The male cultivator turned his neck with difficulty and looked aside.

There were several corpses of cultivators and a lot of muddy blood.

After they met in Black-White Pagoda, they formed an alliance to search for treasures.

However, after arriving at this area, he was suddenly attacked.

There was actually an incarnation of a Fiendgod in the souls of the dead.

After a fierce battle, although both the Fiendgods and the souls of the deceased had been destroyed, only the two survived cultivator.

Looking in the direction the male cultivator was looking in, the female cultivator's eyes could not help but turn red.

After so many people had died, they were both seriously injured. Although there was still about half of the time left for the trial test, it was almost impossible for them to get the opportunity now. Even being able to get out alive had become an extravagant hope.

"Senior Brother." The female cultivator pondered for a moment and said, "What should we do next? I think it's best for us to find a place to recuperate first. After all, if we meet dead souls again, we may die here."

"What you said makes sense.” As soon as the male cultivator finished speaking, he suddenly changed the topic. "But I have a better idea.”

"Huh?" The female cultivator was confused and was about to turn around. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her chest.

When she lowered her head, she saw a bright sword light piercing through her chest.

The hilt of the Immortals Sword was held by the male cultivator.

"Senior Brother, you..." The female cultivator wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and soon realized that a chill spread all over her body.

Almost in an instant, she sat still as if she had been frozen. She could only watch as the male cultivator stabbed the Immortal's Sword deeper and deeper.

At this time, the man’s face was no longer as tired as after the battle.

On the contrary, there was a strange scarlet in his eyes, and the expression on his face became ferocious and horrible.

He looked at the female cultivator with a grim smile and slowly stood up. "Junior Sister, anyway, your current state is also a burden to me. It just so happens that Senior Brother has an important task to do after entering the Black-White Pagoda.

"Why don't you sacrifice yourself and make some contributions to me?”

After that, the male cultivator burst out a spiritual Qi.

The Immortal's Sword instantly emitted countless sword radiance, like a peacock opening its tail. With a ripping sound, it tore the female cultivator into pieces.

Before the female cultivator could leave, the male cultivator quickly cut his palm and murmured. In the blink of an eye, a blood-soaked formation emerged.

The array emitted a strong smell of blood and quickly rolled up a tornado vortex.

The sound of the blowing air, the flying sand and stones forced the male cultivator to retreat. After a while, more than a dozen tall, short, and thin figures appeared in the tornado.

A strong evil spirit instantly filled the place.

The male cultivator's heart pounded wildly. At this moment, he could not be bothered with anything else. With a “plop’ sound, he hurriedly knelt down toward the ten plus figures.

In the next moment, the tornado spread out, revealing the faces of the dozen or so figures. Although they all looked like cultivators, each of them was filled with rolling Demon Aura.

They were all Demonic Beasts!

And they were all Great Saints comparable to Real Immortal Realms!

More than a dozen Great Saints of the Demon Race descended upon this place and immediately caused the earth to tremble. The souls within a radius of more than a hundred thousand li fled in all directions in terror and did not dare to approach.

Although this male cultivator was also a cultivator of the Real Immortal Realm, he was shivering all over in the face of a dozen Great Saints, like a rabbit seeing a tiger.

However, he still summoned up his courage, gritted his teeth and said, "I have done what you ordered. When will you let me go?”

The male cultivator saw one of the Great Saints raise his hand.

With a buzz, a red light appeared in the Great Saint's palm.

Within that sphere of red light, a small figure could be seen sitting cross-legged.

If you looked carefully, you would find that this young man's facial features were almost the same as the male cultivator kneeling on the ground.

"Let you go," the Great Saint said with a chuckle.

As if he had foreseen something, the male cultivator's pupils contracted. He pounced forward and rushed toward the light. "No."

"Die." The Great Saint's face darkened as he clenched his fists.

A ball of cyan flame instantly burned the little man.

The male cultivator who had been rushing forward was immediately filled with despair.

His body quickly withered in mid-air, like a roasted leaf.

When he fell to the ground, the man's body had completely turned into a piece of dead wood. With a click, he fell into pieces.

"How naive." The Great Saint sneered.

He stopped looking at the broken pieces on the ground and turned to look at his companions. Their eyes were filled with cruelty.

"Everyone, remember our plan. Find a suitable cultivator and possess him. Then, you can lurk in the Divine Martial Sect as a cultivator and cooperate with the following actions.

Before that, we must not expose our identities.

Because there shouldn't be mistakes in the following actions.”

"Got it!"

"You don't have to say more.”

"Humph, I'm afraid this group of cultivators would never have thought that we would enter the Glory City with the help of the Humans."

The remaining Great Saints echoed.

"The Human Tribe has suppressed us for too long. This time, we'll make them pay a painful price!" "We did it without anyone noticing, so the Human Tribe couldn't have noticed it. By the time they noticed it, they would have fallen into our tight dragnet!”

"That's right. We have to devour the human cultivators bit by bit."

"Divine Martial Sect, let's wait and see. This time, we just want you to lose more than a dozen disciples. When we reach the next step, you will feel the pain!"

The vigors of the group of big demons kept roaring and their faces were full of hatred for the human cultivators.

In the end, the leading demon waved his hand and said, "Next, let's split up to find a suitable target. But remember, don't expose yourself."

"Understood!"

The demons shouted in unison. The next moment, they turned into streaks of blood light, either soaring into the sky or escaping to the ground, and quickly disappeared.

The air was filled with the smell of a conspiracy.