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

skipped

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer

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

into mercury at this moment, so

fixed his eyes on the

moment later, a bright

appeared

a large ball

shadow

present fixed their eyes

moment, they all looked

the monster that had 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 of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as

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

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

noticed

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

other skills, but

and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in

back? And why did

at each other, but became more and more

this scene was

something

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted

face, but

walked, wet footprints could

was as if a great disaster and horror

was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually speak