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 hitting everyone’s

heart skipped

a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

After saying this, Caspian no longer

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously

were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but

to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

his eyes on

bright light flashed in

shadow appeared in the

a large

the shadow

their

moment, they all

what it

was mistakenly thought to be floating in

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

with the darkness, no one noticed the

the old man who was holding the cotton whip was

and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp

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

come back? And why did he come back in

other, but

this scene was too

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial features were

only his head and face, but also his whole body was

wet footprints could

was as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at