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.

like a light hammer hitting

heart skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his

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

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 on the

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to

of the present cultivators, which were

to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy

fixed his eyes

later, a bright

vague shadow appeared in

shadow was very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in the

the shadow

fixed their

moment, they all

and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power

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

one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it

darkness, no one noticed the thin

everyone was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was

and had no other skills, but

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not

back? And why did he

looked at each other, but became more

this scene

someone found something

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial features

face, but

walked, wet footprints could be

as if a great disaster and

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old