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.

was like a light hammer hitting

skipped

a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

his body and wanted to occupy

for Caspian to give his body

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to

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

into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people

fixed his eyes

a bright light flashed

shadow appeared in

strange, like a large ball

shadow became

their

they all

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 was now as

mistakenly thought to be floating

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

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

why everyone was so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos had just

timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away,

did he come back? And why did

looked at each other, but became more and

scene was

someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial

face, but also

he walked, wet footprints

disaster and horror were pushing him toward

saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak at this