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 everyone’s

heart skipped

a throb behind the Gates of

“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

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian

I am out

“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 of Hell, he focused his

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer to the

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

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

his eyes on the

a bright

vague shadow appeared

a large ball of cotton, floating in the

the shadow became

present fixed their eyes on

they

what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now

thought to be floating in the

someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared

noticed the thin arm

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

skills, but he had a

right and decisively slipped away, so he was not

why did he come back? And why did he come

looked at each other, but became

this scene

something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were

his head and face, but also his whole body was

he walked, wet footprints could

was as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

that the situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak