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

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

this moment, so heavy

eyes on

bright light

appeared in

was very strange, like a large ball of cotton,

the shadow

fixed their eyes

next moment, they all looked

what it looked like

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

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

no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

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

that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved

And why did he come

looked at each other, but became more and

scene

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial

only his head and face, but also his whole

wet footprints could

and horror were pushing him

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak at