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.

light

skipped

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

for Caspian to give his body to the

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

eyes on the

moment later, a bright light

vague shadow appeared in

shadow was very strange, like a large ball of

the shadow

present fixed their

they all

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

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

monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when

with the darkness, no one noticed the

the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one

had no other skills, but

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

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

at each other, but became more and

this scene was too

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features

face, but also his

wet

and horror

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually speak