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 everyone’s

heart skipped a

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between

it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

fixed his eyes

a bright

shadow appeared in the

a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow became

their eyes

next moment, they all

huge 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

thought to be floating

head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster

no one noticed

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

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

and decisively slipped away,

why did he come back in such a

looked at each other, but became more and

this scene was too

found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s facial features

face, but also his whole body was

walked, wet footprints could

great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually