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.

was like a light hammer hitting

heart skipped

behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

of Hell coveted his

was impossible for Caspian to

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

hands of the present cultivators, which were

seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so

eyes

moment later, a bright

vague shadow appeared in the

large ball of

shadow became

their eyes

they all

what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

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

no one noticed the thin arm

old man who was holding the cotton

other skills, but he had

momentum was not right and decisively slipped away,

he come back? And why did he come back

other, but

this scene

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

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

only his head and face, but also his whole

walked, wet footprints could

was as if a great disaster and

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at