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

heart skipped

throb behind the

“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

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

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

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

fixed his eyes on

bright light

shadow appeared in

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

the shadow became

fixed their eyes on

they all looked

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

why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to

monster

the darkness, no one noticed the

old man who was holding the cotton

skills, but he had a

saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in the chaos

he come back? And why did

each other, but became more and

this scene was

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial features were twisted because of extreme

head and face, but also his whole body

he walked, wet footprints could be

if a great disaster and horror were pushing

was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually