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

skipped a

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body and wanted to

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it

his eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed in

vague shadow appeared in the

like a large ball of cotton,

the shadow

their eyes on

they all

the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now

mistakenly thought to be floating in the air,

Even if the monster now looked like

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

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 grasp of

that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped

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

each other, but became

scene was

found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial

head and face, but also his

wet

and horror were pushing

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man