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

skipped

throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his

Caspian to give his body to

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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.

obviously much closer

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

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy

fixed his eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed in his

vague shadow appeared in

shadow was very strange, like a large ball of

the shadow

their eyes

they all looked

cotton wool-like thing was the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after

was mistakenly thought to be floating in

lifted over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now

no one noticed the thin arm under

man who was holding the cotton

other skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity

that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away,

come back? And why did he come

but became more

scene

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial features were twisted because of

face, but also

he walked, wet footprints could be

disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually speak