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 a

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer

cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

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

fixed his eyes on

bright light

shadow appeared in

strange, like a large

shadow became

their

moment, they

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

mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the

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

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

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

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

was not right and decisively slipped away, so

And why did he come

other, but became more

this scene was too

found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were twisted because of

face, but also his whole body was

wet footprints could be

as if a great disaster and horror

that the situation was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could actually