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.

was like a light hammer

skipped

a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his body and

impossible for Caspian to give his body

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to

of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this

his eyes

a bright light flashed in

appeared

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

the shadow became

fixed their eyes

moment, they

what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive

to be floating in

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

one noticed the thin

old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos had just broken

old man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity

and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in

now, why did he come back? And why did

but became more and more

this scene was too

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s

his head and face, but also his

he walked, wet footprints could be

and horror were pushing him toward the

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually