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 hammer

skipped a

a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

the Gates of Hell coveted his body

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer to

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

into mercury at this moment, so heavy

his eyes on the

a bright

shadow appeared in

strange, like a large ball of

the shadow became

their eyes on

moment, they

and what it

to be floating in the

hand by someone. Even if the monster

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

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

man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a

the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he

back? And why did he come back in such

each other, but became

this scene was

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted because

and face, but

walked, wet

if a great disaster and horror were

that the situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak