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

skipped a

behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously

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

mercury at this moment, so

his eyes on the

bright light flashed in

appeared in the

strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow

fixed their eyes on

they all looked

thing was the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like

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

its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster

one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away

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

was not right and decisively

he come back? And why

other, but

scene

found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s

only his head and face, but also his whole

he walked, wet footprints could

great disaster and

was not right, so

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak at