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.

a light hammer

heart skipped a

throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

have something 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 eyes

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much

were holding their weapons,

at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

fixed his eyes on the

later, a bright

shadow appeared in the

a large

the shadow became

present fixed their eyes on

they all

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

thought to be floating in

someone. Even if the monster now looked

noticed

the cotton whip was the

other skills, but

was not right and decisively

why did he come back in such a strange

at each other, but became more and more

this scene was

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were

his head and face, but also his

he walked, wet

a great disaster and horror were pushing him

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak