The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As time went by, the expressions of cultivators present changed from shock, numbness, to indifference.

By the time Caspian stopped, the monster was almost like a ball of cotton.

No one would dare to associate this thing, which was almost the same as a tag, with the monster that was chilled to death at first glance.

If the monster still had consciousness and could speak, its first sentence would be,”I was wrong…”

“Can this thing help you recover your strength?”

“It should… Be possible…”

“Oh, then I won‘t give it to you.”

“Huh…”

Caspian grabbed the monster that had no ability to move and threw it into the darkness in the distance.

But strangely, there was no sound of landing after the monster was thrown out. Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at the darkness.

With his eyesight, it penetrated the darkness, so he naturally could see farther than ordinary cultivators.

But at this time, what he was looking at was like deep ink, and he could not see anything.

Something must have gone wrong…

Caspian, supported by his Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd, slowly stood up.

The nearby cultivators were originally glad that they had survived the disaster, but when they saw Caspian’s action, they soon felt that the atmosphere was not right.

They all looked at the darkness.

The darkness was like ink, like tides, like the deep night, like the bottomless sea.

After staring at it for a while, many people on the scene only felt their hearts pounding.

It was as if the darkness had turned into a silent whirlpool, sucking away all the hope, happiness, and vitality in people’s hearts.

“Something’s wrong,” Leny gripped the hilt of his saber tightly.

All cultivators present held their weapons and looked serious.

Crack!

A crisp metallic sound rang out.

like a light

heart skipped

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between

Caspian to

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much

were holding their weapons, couldn’t

seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it

his eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed

appeared in

large ball of cotton, floating

shadow

present fixed their

moment, they all looked

No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was

why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very

by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with

no one noticed the

was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had

timid and had no other skills, but he

right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved

did he come back? And why did he come back in

looked at each other, but became more

this scene was too

found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s facial

head and face, but also

walked, wet footprints could be

disaster and horror were pushing him

some cultivators saw that the situation was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually speak at this