The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

“What’s… What’s going on..?”

Even Caspian, who created Ghoul-Locker Spear by himself, could not help being taken aback as the changes in the spear far exceeded his expectation.

It was not worse than Caspian anticipated, but it was better… So much greater!

The Ghoul-Locker Spear’s current appearance was indescribable in words.

If Caspian had to, he would say the spear was like a bolt of black lightning, and there was a subtle layer of light seeping out from its surface, appearing in front of Caspian.

No matter what, the Ghoul-Locker Spear was done.

Once Caspian calmed himself down, he grabbed the spear.

The moment he touched it, Caspian felt as if the staff was connected to the blood in his arm.

More accurately, it was as if the Ghoul-Locker Spear was an extension of Caspian’s hand, which he could stab in any direction he wanted, even if the place was out of his sight!

It felt as if Caspian broke through the shackles of space!

When he realized that, Caspian immediately took a step back and shot the spear.

With a loud buzz, the Ghoul-Locker Spear trembled, and the light on its surface suddenly spread, forming a black shadow shaped like a giant pupil.

Then, the shaft burst out like a stellar stream, piercing in the direction Caspian thought.

At that time, it was like the Ghoul-Locker Spear pierced in the direction where the black pupil stared, and Caspian could feel it.

In that instant, the air in the surrounding seemed to be locked and frozen, and the eeriness and despair made Caspian feel as if it was the eye of death.

“The gaze of death…” Caspian mumbled.

Those four words were extremely fitting to represent the feeling when the Ghoul-Locker Spear was shot out.

Once Caspian returned to his senses, his heart was filled with ecstasy.

proved that it was not just

the level! The spear was half a step away

could no longer

were magical items that could be driven using spiritual Qi once a

not just a tiny bit better than a sharp weapon, but it was a complete essential

was only a tiny, almost negligible chance that the sharp weapon could

did not reach the level of a spirit tool or magical

such a weapon more than a sharp weapon but did

the ultimate treasure dreamed of by the Pulse Control Realm cultivators, and

to share the joy and accomplishment with everyone

much of life, his excitement gradually cooled down, and he refocused on the

modified the Ghoul-Locker Spear to become a mace, meteor

were they were stronger and much more

but the inscriptions Caspian engraved on the Ghoul-Locker Spear

with

Caspian was much more confident with the trip to the Hopeful Woman Mountain

held the Ghoul-Locker Spear, walked out of the Tower of Life, and returned to

realized

“It’s too close.

who it is…” Caspian took a step back and immediately recognized that the person standing in front of him was Miles, the

was indeed

his face was

he realized that it was Caspian, his face was as pale as

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

uttered, whereas Miles screamed as if a

you!” The next second, Miles

sudden appearance was bizarre, and he

him a lesson

knew that he would only flee if he met Caspian in the Hopeful Woman

heart was about to jump out of his throat, and after he roared, he hurriedly ran in the

fast that even a whirlwind rolled on