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 just a

the level! The spear was half a step away from being

no longer control the excitement he felt and

tools were magical items that could be driven using spiritual Qi

a tiny bit better than a sharp weapon, but it

tool had psychic abilities! There was only a tiny, almost negligible chance that the sharp weapon could be

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

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

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

to share the joy and accomplishment with

as Caspian saw much of life, his excitement gradually cooled down, and he refocused on the

when he modified the Ghoul-Locker Spear to become a

they were stronger

inscriptions Caspian engraved on the Ghoul-Locker

delighted with

almost spirit tool, which was the strongest level in the Pulse Control Realm, Caspian was much more confident with the trip to the Hopeful Woman

walked out of the Tower of Life,

he returned, Caspian suddenly realized that he looked at someone’s

“It’s too close.

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

world was

was surprised, and his

it was Caspian, his face was as pale as a

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

Miles screamed as if a

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

had no choice as Caspian’s sudden appearance

taught him a lesson with a punch at

though he swore to take revenge, Miles knew that he would only flee if he met Caspian in the Hopeful

was not Caspian’s opponent Miles’ heart was about to jump out of his throat, and after he roared, he hurriedly ran in

was so fast that even a whirlwind rolled on the flat