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

level! The spear was half a step away

of that, Caspian could no longer control the excitement

magical items that could be driven using spiritual Qi once a cultivator reached

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

characteristic, but the spirit tool had psychic abilities! There was only a tiny, almost negligible chance

level of a spirit tool or

cultivators called such a weapon more than a sharp weapon but did

dreamed of by the Pulse Control Realm cultivators, and

share the joy and

gradually cooled

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

were they were stronger and much more

Caspian engraved on the Ghoul-Locker Spear were

with

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

out of the

realized

“It’s too close.

can’t tell 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

was indeed

was surprised, and his face was

he realized that it was Caspian, his face was

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

uttered, whereas Miles screamed as if a hundred strong men

kill you!” The next second, Miles

as Caspian’s sudden appearance

lesson

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

jump out of his throat, and after he roared, he hurriedly ran in the direction he came

even a whirlwind rolled on