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

heart skipped

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had become

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously

were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel extremely

fixed his eyes

bright light flashed in his

shadow appeared

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

the shadow

their

they all looked

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

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster

noticed the thin arm

man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who

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

right and decisively slipped away, so

now, why did he come back? And why did he come back in such

other, but

this scene was too

something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial

his head and face, but also his

walked, wet footprints could

if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak