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.

that it was not just a ninth-grade

the furnace made it exceed the level! The spear was half a step away from

no longer control

driven using spiritual

a tiny bit better than a sharp weapon, but it

would only change its battling characteristic, but the spirit tool had psychic abilities! There was only a tiny, almost negligible chance that the sharp weapon could be slightly

not reach the level of a spirit tool or magical item,

weapon more than a sharp weapon but did not reach the spirit tool as an

a weapon was the ultimate treasure dreamed of by the Pulse Control

could not wait to share the joy and accomplishment with everyone he

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

he added when he modified the Ghoul-Locker Spear

the current differences were they were stronger and much

the inscriptions Caspian engraved

was delighted with all

the strongest level in the Pulse Control Realm, Caspian was much more confident with the trip to the Hopeful Woman Mountain and the

out of

Caspian suddenly realized that he looked

“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 Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciple that almost had his

world was indeed

and his face was

his face was

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

screamed as if a hundred

going to kill you!” The next second, Miles roared, then, he turned around and ran

had no choice as Caspian’s sudden appearance was bizarre, and he

Caspian taught him a lesson with a punch at

to take revenge, Miles knew that he would only flee if he

Caspian’s opponent Miles’ heart was about to jump out of his throat, and after he roared, he hurriedly ran in the

that even a whirlwind