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

heart skipped a

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body and wanted to occupy it,

for Caspian to

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously

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

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

fixed his eyes

a bright light flashed

shadow appeared in

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

shadow

their eyes on

they all looked

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 ball of

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin

old man who was holding the cotton whip was

and had no other skills, but he

and decisively

why did he come back? And why

at each other, but became more

this scene was too

found something

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial features

only his head and face, but also his whole body

wet

was as if a great disaster and horror were

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old man