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.

a light hammer

heart skipped a

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

to say, let’s talk about it after 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.

obviously much closer to the

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

mercury at this

his eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed in

vague shadow appeared

large

shadow became

their eyes on

next moment, they all

been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking

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

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

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos

had no other skills, but

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

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

each other, but

scene was

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s

his head and face, but also his

walked, wet footprints could be

and horror were

In the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak