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

skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

Caspian

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to

present cultivators, which were holding

this moment, so heavy that

his eyes on the

bright light flashed

appeared

large ball

the shadow became

present fixed their eyes on

next moment, they all

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

wool was mistakenly thought to

one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm

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

very timid and had no other skills,

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

he come back? And why did he come

looked at each other, but became

scene was too

found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were twisted

face, but also his whole body was

walked, wet footprints could

and horror were pushing him toward

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually