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.

light

heart skipped

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

for Caspian to give

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell,

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer to

which were holding

this moment, so heavy that

his eyes on

a bright light

shadow appeared

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

shadow

their eyes on

they all

looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now as

thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very

Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos had

old man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity to

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

why did he come

other, but

this scene was too

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s facial features were twisted because

head and face, but also

he walked, wet

and horror were pushing him toward the

not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man