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.

was like a light hammer hitting

heart skipped a

behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian to give his

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 focused his eyes on the

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to the

were holding their weapons, couldn’t

at this moment, so

his eyes on

later, a bright light flashed in his

appeared

large ball of cotton,

the shadow

present fixed their eyes on

moment, they all looked

beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the

by someone. Even if the monster now looked like

the darkness, no one noticed the thin

holding the cotton whip was the

old man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not

he come back? And why did he come back in such a strange

each other, but became more and more

scene was too

something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were

and face, but also

wet footprints could be

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the old

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually