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

heart skipped

a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between

Caspian to give his body to the

I am out of

“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, he focused his eyes on the

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer

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

this

his eyes on

later, a bright light

vague shadow appeared in the

shadow was very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow became

their eyes on

next moment, they

what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power

to be floating

the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with normal

noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away

no other skills, but he had a good grasp

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

he come back? And why did he

looked at each other, but became

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were twisted

his head and face, but also

he walked, wet footprints

and

not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak at this