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

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

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

could be driven using

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

psychic abilities! There was only a tiny, almost negligible

the level of a spirit tool or magical item, it would surely gain a certain amount

than a sharp weapon but did not reach

a 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 with

life, his excitement gradually cooled down, and

the Ghoul-Locker Spear to become a mace, meteor hammer, and

were they were

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

was delighted with all of

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

Caspian held the Ghoul-Locker Spear, walked out of the Tower of Life,

returned, 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

was indeed

his face

that it was Caspian, his face

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

whereas Miles screamed as if

next second, Miles roared,

Caspian’s sudden appearance

Caspian taught him a lesson with a punch at

knew that he would only flee

was not Caspian’s opponent Miles’ heart was about to jump out of his throat,

was so fast that even a whirlwind rolled on the