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

heart skipped a

throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to

such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

something 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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer

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

mercury at this moment, so heavy that it

his eyes on the

a bright

shadow appeared in

was very strange, like a large

the shadow became

their eyes

they all

been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton,

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

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

no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so

now, why did he come back? And why

looked at each other, but

scene was

found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial

and face, but also

walked, wet footprints could

and horror were pushing him

situation was not right, so

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man