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

skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

of Hell coveted his body and wanted

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much

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

surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this

his eyes on the

moment later, a bright light flashed in his

appeared

like a large

the shadow became

fixed their eyes

they all looked

Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood,

for why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air,

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

one noticed the

holding the cotton

skills, but

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was

why did he come back in such a

but became more and

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were twisted

head and face, but also

walked, wet

if a great disaster and horror were pushing

not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could