The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Charlotte felt Caspian’s agony, and she exclaimed, “Casper!”

She tried her best to break free, wanting to do something.

However, as someone who still wandered at the start of the pathway to immortality, Charlotte was still powerless.

“Isn’t your target me! Why must you torture him! Let him go! Release him!” In the raging wind in the cave, Charlotte’s voice kept being interrupted, but it continued to echo.

Yet, Steve did not even spare her a glance.

After all, those people ordered him to kidnap Charlotte, and the matter was done.

Instead, catching Caspian was a pleasant surprise.

“Come, come on, my fellow seniors and juniors, my teachers and elders… You’re all coming back soon…”

Caspian looked above him while Steve murmured, appearing excited.

At that moment, Caspian only felt an indescribable pain in his chest.

The dense white bones slammed into his chest one by one, shattered to pieces, and then mixed with the thick blood-colored liquid and twisted souls pouring into his chest.

Even though Caspian’s chest still seemed the same as before, it was as if there was a bottomless pit sucking everything that rushed toward him.

Gradually, the pain became numb and soon replaced by boundless cold.

That cold was different from the simple low temperature, it was the kind of cold that leaked from the depths of the soul, and the chilliness only condensed in Caspian’s chest.

Later, Caspian moved his neck with difficulty and lowered his head, and he found a faint red and white mark under the skin of his chest.

The trace was like a door of bone and blood condensed in mid-air just now!

The portal became clearer over time, and he could even see that the portal was made up of countless stacked skulls!

At a closer look, Caspian could even see the green flame burning in the sunken eye socket of each skull, and a thin snake would move to and fro in the eye sockets and mouth from time.

Caspian recalled what Steve said before, and that was simply the opening of the gate of hell!

Caspian tried to struggle, but he found himself unable to move.

became more apparent, the chilliness also spread toward his

“It’s useless.

my control, and I can do whatever I want with you! Just wait until you become the

chopped up, you’ll

way, watching the dead and ghosts

loudly

his eyes, and he did not see Caspian in the air, and the corners of

Boom! Boom! Boom!

wind blew, the bones and faces all poured

pattern of the Gate of Death on

chest, it

it, and any dead soul or

portal that connected life and

through generations and even encountering

from the air

like

walked over, and he let out a long sigh of relief when he saw

dead… It’s great

not help but yell, “Finally, I’ve succeeded!

the Blood Poison Sect’s Elder

it’s…” Before Steve could finish his words, his face

the voice

turned

still on the stone wall,

a male’s voice, and it

and glanced at

that he passed out after

be him who spoke, and the

sound

the only entrance to the cave, shouting, “Who is

someone sent here to kill

a young man in a cyan gown who looked about twenty-six years old walked out of the shadows with

lit up, and

felt somewhat

appeared, would