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

heart skipped

a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

impossible for Caspian to give his body to

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously

were holding

at this moment, so heavy that it made people

his eyes on

moment later, a bright light

appeared in the

large ball

shadow became

their

moment, they

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

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

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

one noticed the thin arm under the

holding the cotton

skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity

momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he

why did he come back? And why did he come back in

other, but became

this scene was

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

head and face, but also his

wet footprints

was as if a great disaster and

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at