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

skipped

throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them

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

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer

which were holding their

have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it

his eyes on the

moment later, a bright light

shadow appeared

a large ball

shadow

present fixed their

moment, they all

huge 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 almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as

was mistakenly thought to

one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked

with the darkness, no one noticed

holding the cotton whip

and had no other skills, but he

saw that the momentum was not right and decisively

why did he come back? And why did he

at each other, but became

scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s

only his head and face, but also his whole body

wet footprints could

if a great disaster and

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak