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.

Ghoul-Locker Spear’s changes proved that it was not

exceed the level! The spear was half a step

of that, Caspian could no longer control the

tools were magical items that could be driven using spiritual Qi once a cultivator reached the Holy

weapon was not just a tiny bit better than a sharp

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

spirit tool or magical item,

called such a weapon more than a sharp weapon but

weapon was the ultimate treasure dreamed of by

to share the

his excitement gradually

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

differences were they

Caspian engraved on the Ghoul-Locker Spear were unaffected

with

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

the Ghoul-Locker Spear, walked out of the Tower of Life, and returned to

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

“It’s too close.

can’t tell who it is…” Caspian took a step back and immediately recognized that the person standing in front

world was indeed

was surprised, and his

was Caspian, his face was as pale as

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

uttered, whereas Miles screamed as if a hundred strong men violated

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

sudden appearance was bizarre,

a lesson

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

heart was about to jump out of his throat, and after

that even a whirlwind rolled on the flat