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.

a light hammer hitting everyone’s

skipped

a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so

his eyes on the

a bright light flashed

appeared in the

like a large

shadow

present fixed their

next moment, they

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,

was mistakenly thought to

one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared

no one noticed the thin arm under the

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

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

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

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

but became more and more

this scene was

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial features

head and face, but

he walked, wet

disaster and horror

not right, so they drew their arrows

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually