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

skipped

felt a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his body and

Caspian

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

at this moment, so heavy that it made

eyes on the

a bright

shadow appeared in

a large ball

the shadow became

fixed their

next moment, they all

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

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the

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

one noticed

so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who

man was very timid and had no other skills,

and decisively

back? And why did he come back in such a

other, but

this scene

someone found something

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s

but also his

walked, wet footprints could

a great disaster and horror were pushing him

situation was not right, so they drew their arrows

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak