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.

like a light hammer

skipped

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer

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

into mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes on the

bright light

shadow appeared

strange, like a large

shadow became

present fixed their

they all

and what it looked like

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating

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

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

holding the cotton whip was the one who

old man was very timid and had no other skills, but

right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in the chaos

did he come back? And why did he come back

looked at each other, but became more and more

this scene

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features

only his head and face, but also his

walked, wet footprints could be

great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old