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

skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy

for Caspian to give his

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much closer

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes

bright

appeared

a large ball of cotton,

shadow became

fixed their

next moment, they

beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the

mistakenly thought to be floating in

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

noticed the thin arm

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

no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity to

and decisively

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

each other, but became more and

this scene was

someone found something

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were

and face, but also his

wet

a great disaster and horror were pushing

not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old man could actually speak at this