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

skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer to

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble

at this moment, so heavy that it made people

fixed his eyes

later, a bright light flashed in

shadow appeared

very strange, like a large ball of cotton,

shadow became

fixed their eyes

moment, they all

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 now as dead as a

was mistakenly thought to be

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

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

reason why everyone was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the

and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he

And why did he come back in such a

looked at each other, but became more and more

scene was

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were twisted

but also his whole

wet footprints could be

a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old