The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

When the red liquid was in the cauldron before, Caspian did not feel anything special.

However, it was as if some kind of seal was lifted off when the pot overturned.

The resentment was so intense that it was almost insoluble, and it was as if it was aged for thousands or ten thousand years, suddenly spewing and pouring out.

In a flash, Caspian even believed he saw densely packed and layered twisted faces in the void.

At a closer look, Caspian realized that these roaring, shouting, and crying faces were young and tender!

That was a group of five year old children.

Caspian’s heart immediately skipped a beating.

He remembered Steve mentioning that to make the formation more powerful, the human blood they used to set up the formation came from children.

“You killed them and even imprisoned their souls!” Caspian’s eyes narrowed.

Even though he was in a fury, his voice turned calm.

“Correct! The formation has used up the most violent part of the soul, and the remaining part is also full of all kinds of negative emotions because of the torture before death.

Letting them leave just like that would be such a waste.” Steve raised his head, and his torn mouth revealed an eerie smile.

In the direction Steve looked, the thick red liquid continued to climb upward to mid-air, extending and forming the shape of a high lintel.

Moreover, the door frame of that lintel was soaked with white bones.

Even though the air around them burned hot, the scene would make anyone feel chill down their spines.

Charlotte, who was controlled on the stone wall, saw that scene, and her breathing almost stagnated.

felt her scalp numb, and her

faces constantly flew toward the blood-colored portal, forming a layer of mist in

not thick, but it was

making people feel as if something terrifying

at Steve as he asked, “Summoning ghosts to devour me? I didn’t expect that you mastered the

Blood Poison

you killed innocent people indiscriminately, tested poisons with living people, and even made

that.” Steve

overcast wind blowing in the middle of the night due to his

Steve grinned and looked at Caspian, slowly uttering, “Because we also studied

gasped even though he vaguely

the Ghosts was the cultivation technique that both

one must go through the steps of sacrificing living people and extracting living souls, and such a thing was not

the Way of the Ghosts was not

where there was light, there was naturally

though the cultivators of the Way of the Ghosts would be killed once

secretly cultivated by

that, Caspian was unaware that the Blood Poison Sect was a sect of cultivation, but he was relieved after

established a large-scale sect in Earlington of Efrax, then the entire Earlington of Efrax, whether it was the dynasty or the six major

tonight, one thing Caspian could be sure of was that Lunia

case, it was understandable to use the excuse of using people to test poisons to cover up

that, Caspian suddenly realized

“You want to…”

you’ve guessed it!” Steve’s eyes widened with unspeakable hatred and pride on his face, “You guessed right! I’m going to turn you into a half-human, half-ghost monster! I’m going to open the door to the underworld on you! Your body will be the bridge between the world and hell! Even though you’re still human, ghosts will come out of you! The proud titles of being the chosen one and the hope of your sect will all leave you! After tonight, you’ll be the soul of hell that every sect wants to destroy! You’re human, yet you’re also a

eyes full of worry, shock,

for a long,

useless! You can’t move now, so just

his finger and

Crackle and rattle!