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

skipped a

throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

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

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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.

voice was obviously much closer

were holding their

into mercury at this moment, so

fixed his eyes on

bright light flashed

appeared in

a large ball of cotton,

the shadow became

fixed their

moment, they

what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the

someone. Even if the monster now looked

one noticed the thin

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

skills, but he had

not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved

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

looked at each other, but became more and more

this scene was too

something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features

and face, but also his whole body was

he walked, wet footprints could

great disaster and horror were pushing him

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old man could actually speak