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.

was like a light hammer hitting everyone’s

skipped a

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

Caspian to give his

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment,

his eyes

bright light

appeared in the

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

shadow became

present fixed their eyes on

moment, they

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

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with normal

with the darkness, no one noticed the

was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the

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

not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in

come back? And why did he

each other, but became more and more

this scene was

something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

but also his whole body was

walked, wet

and horror were pushing

crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man