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.

was like a light hammer hitting

heart skipped

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his

impossible for Caspian to give

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much

of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so

eyes on

moment later, a bright light flashed

appeared in

like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow

present fixed their eyes on

next moment, they all looked

monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking

was mistakenly thought to be floating in the

one hand by someone. Even if the monster

darkness, no one noticed the

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

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

right and decisively slipped away, so

why did he come

at each other, but became more and

this scene

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

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

only his head and face, but also his whole body

walked, wet footprints could be

if a great disaster and horror

that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the old

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man