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

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to

were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble

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

his eyes on

moment later, a bright light flashed

appeared in the

was very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow

present fixed their

next moment, they all looked

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 it, it was now as dead as

mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason

monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with

no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

reason 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 just

man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had

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

why did he come back? And why did he come back

other, but became more and more

scene was

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features

and face, but also his

walked, wet

and horror

saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at this