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

heart skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and

it was impossible for Caspian

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer to the

the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

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

eyes on

later, a bright light flashed in

appeared in the

strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in the

the shadow became

fixed their

moment, they

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

thought to be floating in the

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

the darkness, no one noticed

the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the

was very timid and had no other skills, but

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

he come back? And why did he come back in such a

at each other, but became more

scene was

found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial features were twisted

but

he walked, wet footprints could

great disaster and horror were

not right, so

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man