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 everyone’s

skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the

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

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

you have 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,

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to the

were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

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

his eyes on

bright light

shadow appeared in

like a large ball of

shadow became

their eyes on

next moment, they

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 large

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

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

one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

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

not right and decisively

why did

at each other, but became more

this scene

someone found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s facial

and face, but also his whole body was

walked, wet

disaster and horror were

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man