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.

a light hammer hitting everyone’s

skipped a

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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, he focused his

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously

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

mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people

eyes on

later, a bright light

shadow appeared in the

large ball of cotton, floating

shadow became

fixed their eyes on

next moment, they

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

to be floating

by someone. Even if the monster now looked

one noticed the thin arm under

that the old man who was holding the

other skills,

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

And why did

at each other, but became

scene was too

something

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were twisted

face, but also his whole

wet footprints could

a great disaster and

cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old man