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.

light hammer hitting

heart skipped a

a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body

it was impossible for Caspian to give his

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much

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

solidified into mercury at this

fixed his eyes

later, a bright light flashed

vague shadow appeared

like a large ball of cotton,

the shadow

present fixed their eyes on

next moment, they all looked

Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power

mistakenly thought to be floating in

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

noticed the thin arm under the

was that the old man who was holding the

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

was not right and decisively slipped away, so

he come back? And why did he come back

looked at each other, but

this scene

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s facial features

face, but

wet footprints could be

if a great disaster and horror were pushing

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak