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

skipped

behind

“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 relationship between

impossible for Caspian to

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but

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

his eyes on the

moment later, a bright light

shadow appeared in

very strange, like a large ball of cotton,

the shadow

their eyes on

moment, they

No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive

was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air,

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

darkness, no one noticed the thin

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

skills, but he had a good grasp

right and decisively slipped

he come back? And why did

each other, but became more and more

this scene

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were twisted

head and face, but also

he walked, wet footprints could be

disaster and

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually speak at