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.

changes proved that it was not

hours in the furnace made it exceed the level! The spear was half a step away from being a spirit

longer control the excitement he felt and punched

be driven using spiritual Qi once a

weapon was not just a tiny bit better than a sharp weapon,

There was only a tiny, almost negligible chance that the sharp weapon could be slightly improved

spirit tool or magical item, it

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

treasure dreamed of by

wait to share the

gradually cooled down, and

Caspian found that the functions he added when he modified the Ghoul-Locker Spear to become

they were stronger and much more

the inscriptions Caspian engraved

delighted with

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

Ghoul-Locker Spear, walked out of the

suddenly realized that

“It’s too close.

in front of him was Miles, the Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciple that almost had his

world was indeed

and his

Caspian, his face was as pale as

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

screamed as if a hundred strong men

you!” The next second, Miles roared, then, he

no choice as Caspian’s sudden appearance

taught him a lesson with a punch at

take revenge, Miles knew that he would only

heart was about to jump out of his throat,

so fast that even a whirlwind rolled on