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.

light hammer hitting

heart skipped

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it,

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously

of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people

his eyes on the

a bright

shadow appeared in the

very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in

the shadow

their eyes

next moment, they

huge cotton wool-like thing was the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after

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

over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with

noticed

so surprised was that the old man who was holding the

no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

and decisively slipped away, so he

why did he come back? And why did he come

but became more and more

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial

face, but also

walked, wet footprints could

disaster and

cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually