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 hitting

heart skipped

behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to

Caspian to give his body to the

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t

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

fixed his eyes

a bright light flashed

shadow appeared in the

strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating

the shadow became

their

they all

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 a

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away

other skills, but he

saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was

he come back? And why did he come back in such a strange

at each other, but became

this scene was too

someone found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial features were

his head and face, but also

walked, wet

disaster and horror were pushing him

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man