The eleventh prince has tried his best.

He was unable to completely master all of Zhao Chu's true energy, and he did not have the corresponding magical power to control the true energy.

In this way, even though he tried his best, he could only exert 70% of his power.

"I'm not convinced, I'm not convinced, I'm not willing to accept it!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The eleventh prince is already burning his soul.

This is the method used by the Leaf Ghost Clan to fight for their lives. Under normal circumstances, no one is willing to burn their souls.

Strong men like the Second Prince and the Tenth Prince would also suffer heavy injuries after burning their souls.

Not to mention someone like the Eleventh Prince.

But he also wants to fight!

…

4512!

4592!

4612!

…

Gradually, his performance growth rate has become slower and slower.

Everyone knew that the Eleventh Prince was at the end of his strength.

Judging from the previous situations of the princes, when the growth rate slows down, it is a sign that the princes cannot bear it.

…

4717!

4818!

4828!

…

After a few more minutes, the number was still increasing bit by bit, and it seemed like it was climbing hard like a snail.

puff!

Finally, the eleventh prince could no longer bear the impact of the injuries inside his body.

A mouthful of blood was spat out by him.

After the sigh of relief is released, the strength will fall in a straight line.

The eleventh prince was indeed unable to avoid this situation.

"No, we can't just admit defeat!"

"5000! No matter what, I will light up 5000 leaves!"

"It's not even 5,000, it's the lowest in history. I can't stand this humiliation!"

"I'm a prince, I'm just unlucky, I'm not weaker than others!"

"I just have bad luck, bad luck!"

"I can't be the weakest one...absolutely not."

The eleventh prince was hysterical, and he continued to bombard him. His hair was disheveled, like a complete madman.

Even the second prince who had died before was not as crazy as the eleventh prince at this time.

…

4884!

4890!

4910!

…

It's a pity that the data that bombarded Uncle Ghost Emperor will not be particularly merciful to you because of your anger.

In his madness, the eleventh prince even hit his head against the Ghost King Tree.

His two fists had already been turned into pulp by the shock.

indomitable!

Tough and stubborn!

This is also the character of a cultivator, the character of Zhao Chu.

The eleventh prince seized Zhao Chu's body and became even more stubborn.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The dull sound of impact echoed within the barrier.

However, the effect was surprisingly poor.

The eleventh prince had burned out all his soul power, and the remaining soul was forced to stay by the Ghost King Tree in order to ensure the lives of the princes.

Obviously, only the sixth prince has broken the shackles of the Ghost King Tree and committed suicide successfully.

The other princes, as powerful as the second prince and the tenth prince, also have no ability to commit suicide.

An ordinary person like the Eleventh Prince has no ability to commit suicide.

He could only rely on Zhao Chu's physical body to increase his performance bit by bit!

…

4921!

4922!

4923!

…

It's really increasing bit by bit, which was unprecedented before.

Anyone who reaches this point should give up early.

There is a gap of more than 4,000. It is impossible to catch up. It is better to die as soon as possible.

Why bother after suffering so much?

At least, the twelfth prince could not understand the behavior of the eleventh prince.

He is too weak.

If you exceed the threshold of 9,000, it makes a little sense for you to work so hard.

But there is a gap of more than 4,000 between you and the tenth prince.

If I give you another 400 heads to hit, you won't be able to catch up!

Why bother?

We have already lost, so why endure the unnecessary pain again.

He can't understand.

The twelfth prince was sitting on the dragon throne, and every second was torture. He wanted to hurry up for his turn, and quickly fired a few symbolic blows.

die.

A quick death is the only relief.

He couldn't bear this kind of torture anymore.

…

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Eleventh Prince's head had been smashed, and he was chewing on the tough bark with his teeth.

4946!
To be continued...