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

skipped a

throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

Caspian to give his body to

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on the

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously

which were holding

solidified into mercury at this moment, so

fixed his eyes on

later, a bright

vague shadow appeared

strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in the

shadow

present fixed their

they all

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

to be

Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge

no one noticed

the old man who was holding the

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

that the momentum was not right and

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

but

scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial

face, but

he walked, wet

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old man could