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

skipped

felt a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it,

such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously

cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment,

his eyes

moment later, a bright

vague shadow appeared

large ball

shadow became

present fixed their eyes

they all

cotton 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 of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as a large ball

for why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

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

one noticed the thin arm under

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

timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the

saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped

come back? And why did he

other, but became more and more

this scene was too

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

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

only his head and face, but also his

wet footprints could

if a great disaster and horror were pushing

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at