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.

he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted

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

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it

his eyes

bright light flashed in his

vague shadow appeared in the

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

shadow

present fixed their eyes

they

by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air,

head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with

one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

and had no other skills, but he had a

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

he come back? And why did he come

at each other, but became more and more

scene was too

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were

his head and face, but also

wet footprints could

was as if a great disaster and horror

was not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

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