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

impossible for Caspian to give his body to

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on the

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer to the

cultivators, which were holding

mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made

fixed his eyes on the

later, a bright light flashed in

appeared in

like a large ball of

shadow became

their

next moment, they

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

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating

by someone. Even if the monster now

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

man who was holding the

no other skills, but he had a good

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

And why did he come back in such a strange

each other, but became more

this scene was too

something wrong

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial

and face, but also

he walked, wet

and horror

the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak at this