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 everyone’s

heart skipped a

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between

it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

have something to say, 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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer to the

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

into mercury at this moment, so

fixed his eyes on

moment later, a bright

appeared

a large ball of cotton, floating in the

shadow became

their eyes on

next moment, they all looked

what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to

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

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

why everyone was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos had just

man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he

now, why did he come back? And why did he

each other, but became more and

scene

soon, someone found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were twisted because

head and face, but also his whole body was

he walked, wet footprints could

a great disaster and horror were pushing

that the situation was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old