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 a

felt a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

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

into mercury at this moment, so heavy

fixed his eyes on the

later, a bright light flashed in his

vague shadow appeared

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

shadow became

their eyes on

moment, they

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

was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very

monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

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

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

come back? And why did he come back in such a strange

each other, but became more and

scene was too

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

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

only his head and face, but

wet

if a great disaster and horror

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old