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 hammer hitting

skipped a

felt a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to

for Caspian to

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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 focused his eyes

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much

were holding their weapons, couldn’t

this moment, so heavy that it made people feel extremely

fixed his eyes

a bright light flashed in

vague shadow appeared

like a large ball of cotton, floating in

shadow became

fixed their eyes on

moment, they all looked

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

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

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

noticed the thin

was that the 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 good grasp of

he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped

now, why did he come back? And why

looked at each other, but

scene was too

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

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

head and face, but also his whole body

walked, wet footprints

was as if a great disaster and horror were pushing

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the old

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually speak