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.

a light hammer hitting everyone’s

heart skipped a

felt a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the

Caspian to give

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to the

present cultivators, which were holding

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

fixed his eyes on the

bright

shadow appeared

a large ball of cotton, floating

the shadow

their eyes

they all

smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what

why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be

monster now looked like cotton, it was

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm

holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped

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

that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and

back? And why did he come back in

looked at each other, but became more

this scene was too

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted

face, but also his whole body was

wet footprints could

and horror

saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually