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

skipped

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy

was impossible for Caspian to

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to the

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their

at this moment, so heavy

fixed his eyes on

a bright

appeared in the

was very strange, like a large

the shadow

their eyes

they all looked

and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive

why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating

hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with normal people’s

no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

holding the cotton whip was the one who

skills, but he had a

right and

come back? And why did he come

each other, but

this scene was

someone found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

old man’s

but also his whole

walked, wet

disaster and horror

that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old