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

heart skipped a

a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

his body and

it was impossible for Caspian to give

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much

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

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this

eyes

a bright light flashed

shadow appeared in

like a large ball

the shadow

fixed their eyes on

they all

the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what

for why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason

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

noticed the thin arm under

the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos had

timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp

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

now, why did he come back? And why did he come back in such a

looked at each other, but became more and more

this scene

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial features

face, but also his whole

walked, wet footprints

disaster and horror were

the situation was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could