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.

it

hours in the furnace made it exceed the level! The spear was half

the thought of that, Caspian could no longer control the excitement he felt

items that could be driven using spiritual Qi once

tiny bit better than a sharp weapon,

sharp weapon 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

reach the level of a spirit tool or magical item, it

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

weapon was the ultimate treasure dreamed of by the Pulse Control Realm cultivators, and Caspian made one

not wait to share the joy and accomplishment

of life, his excitement gradually

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

they

only that, but the inscriptions Caspian engraved on the Ghoul-Locker

was delighted with all of

Pulse Control Realm, Caspian was much

Ghoul-Locker Spear, walked out of

he returned, Caspian suddenly realized that he

“It’s too close.

the person standing in front of him was Miles, the Ninth Sacred

was

his face was immediately

was Caspian, his face was

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

whereas Miles screamed as if a hundred strong men violated

to kill you!” The next second, Miles roared, then,

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

Caspian taught him a lesson with a punch at the

would only flee if he met Caspian in the Hopeful

about to jump out of his throat, and

fast that even a whirlwind rolled on the flat