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.

light hammer hitting everyone’s

heart skipped

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the

impossible for Caspian

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to

cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

this moment, so heavy

his eyes on

moment later, a bright

vague shadow appeared in the

large ball of cotton, floating

the shadow

present fixed their eyes on

next moment, they

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

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very

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

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm

holding the cotton

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

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

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

looked at each other, but became more and more

scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial

only his head and face, but

walked, wet

disaster and

the situation was not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually speak at this