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

skipped a

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian

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 eyes on

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

which were holding

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

his eyes on

moment later, a bright

shadow appeared in

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

the shadow became

their eyes

they all looked

like at the beginning and what it looked

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was

by someone. Even if the monster

one noticed

reason why everyone was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton

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

was not right and decisively

back? And why did he come back in such a

at each other, but became more

scene was too

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s

and face, but also his whole

walked, wet footprints

a great disaster and horror were pushing

situation was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

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