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 was

level! The

that, Caspian could no longer control the excitement he felt and punched the

be driven using

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

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

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

weapon but did not reach the spirit tool as an almost

the ultimate treasure dreamed of by

not wait to share the joy and accomplishment

life, his excitement gradually cooled down, and he refocused on the

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

differences were they were stronger and

the inscriptions Caspian engraved on the Ghoul-Locker Spear

delighted with all of

that almost spirit tool, which was the strongest level in the Pulse Control Realm, Caspian was much more confident with

the Ghoul-Locker Spear, walked out of the

Caspian suddenly realized that he looked at someone’s

“It’s too close.

standing in front of him was Miles, the Ninth Sacred Sect’s disciple

world was indeed

his face was

it was Caspian, his face

“Well… It’s you…”

”It’s you!”

screamed as if

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

had no choice as Caspian’s sudden appearance was

him a lesson with a punch at the

swore to take revenge, Miles knew that he would only

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

fast that even a whirlwind rolled on the flat