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 hitting

skipped a

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Hell coveted his body and wanted to

it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

which were holding their weapons,

mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes on

moment later, a bright light flashed in his

shadow appeared in the

like a large ball

shadow

fixed their eyes on

next moment, they all

smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what

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

lifted over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like

the darkness, no one noticed the

who was holding the cotton whip was the one

man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a

that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved

come back? And why did he

at each other, but became more

scene

something wrong

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial features were twisted because of extreme

but also his whole body was

walked, wet

a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

In the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually speak at