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.

a light hammer

skipped

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the

Caspian to

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously

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

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes on

later, a bright

appeared

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

shadow

present fixed their eyes

moment, they

almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power

to be floating

was lifted over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still

the darkness, no one noticed the thin

so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the

man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good

that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively

back? And why did he come back

looked at each other, but became more and more

this scene was too

something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s facial features were

head and face, but also

he walked, wet

and horror were

crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old