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

skipped a

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had become

was impossible for Caspian to

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

saying this, Caspian no longer

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but

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

eyes on

a bright light flashed in

appeared in

like a large ball of cotton, floating in

shadow

present fixed their eyes on

they all looked

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 like after drinking blood, after the almost

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

with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

the old man who was holding the cotton

skills, but he had a good

was not right and decisively

why did he come back? And why

each other, but

scene

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features

and face, but

he walked, wet

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak