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 everyone’s

skipped a

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had become

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer

cultivators, which were holding their

mercury at this moment, so heavy that

fixed his eyes on the

bright light flashed in

appeared in

large ball of cotton,

the shadow became

present fixed their eyes on

next moment, they

wool-like 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 after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it

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

Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with normal

no one noticed the

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

timid and had no other skills, but

that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in the chaos

now, why did he come back? And why did he

each other, but became more

scene was

something wrong

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted because of

face, but also his whole body

walked, wet footprints could be

disaster and horror were pushing him toward

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak