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

skipped

a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and

for Caspian to give his body

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously

were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy

fixed his eyes on

later, a bright light flashed

appeared

like a large ball of

shadow

their

they

at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood,

to be floating

monster

one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

why 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

other skills, but he had a good grasp

and decisively slipped away, so he was not

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

other, but

scene

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial

only his head and face, but

he walked, wet footprints could be

a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old