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.

like a light

heart skipped

throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

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

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their

this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

his eyes on the

moment later, a bright light flashed

shadow appeared

a large ball of

the shadow

present fixed their

next moment, they all looked

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

this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air,

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

one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had

very timid and had no other skills, but he

time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped

why did

looked at each other, but became more and

scene was too

found something

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s

head and face, but

walked, wet footprints could be

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…”

that this old man could actually speak at