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.

light hammer hitting everyone’s

skipped

a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

since he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their

at this moment, so heavy that

eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed

shadow appeared in

large ball of

the shadow became

their eyes

next moment, they all

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 explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it

for why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the

skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity

and decisively slipped away, so he was

why did he come back? And why did he

looked at each other, but became more

this scene was

someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial features

but also his whole body was

walked, wet footprints could be

a great disaster and horror

that the situation was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old