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.

a light hammer hitting everyone’s

heart skipped a

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

for Caspian to give

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much

the present cultivators, which were holding their

to have solidified into mercury at this

his eyes on the

bright

vague shadow appeared in

a large ball of

shadow became

present fixed their

they

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 a large

was mistakenly thought to be floating

monster now looked like cotton, it

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm

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

no other skills, but he had

momentum was not right and decisively slipped

now, why did he come back? And why did he come back in

looked at each other, but became

this scene was

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were

his head and face, but also his whole

wet footprints

and horror were

situation was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak