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

heart skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates

“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

such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell,

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously

cultivators, which were holding

surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people

his eyes

bright

vague shadow appeared in

was very strange, like a large

shadow became

their eyes on

they all

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

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

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

no one noticed the thin

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

no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in the chaos

he come back? And why did he come

but became more and more

scene was too

something

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were

and face, but also his

wet footprints

if a great disaster and horror were

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man