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

skipped

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

guy behind 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

I 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, he focused his eyes

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes on

later, a bright light flashed in

appeared in the

large ball of cotton,

the shadow

present fixed their eyes

next moment, they all looked

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

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

monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when

no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

other skills,

momentum was not right and decisively slipped

And why did he

at each other, but became

scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial features were twisted

and face, but also his whole

wet footprints could

disaster and

situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak at this