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

heart skipped

a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

Caspian to

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer to the

cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel extremely

his eyes

later, a bright light flashed in his

appeared in the

was very strange, like a large ball of

shadow became

their

they all

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

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

by someone. Even if the monster now looked

no one noticed

the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one

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

the momentum was not right and

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

at each other, but became

scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were twisted

head and face, but

walked, wet footprints

as if a great disaster and horror were

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak at