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

heart skipped

throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

impossible for Caspian to give his body

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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.

time, the voice was obviously much

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made

eyes

bright light flashed in

appeared in

strange, like a large ball

the shadow became

fixed their

next moment, they all

cotton wool-like thing was the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after

thought to be floating in the air, the

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

noticed the thin

that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one

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

and decisively slipped away, so he

why

at each other, but became

scene was too

something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were twisted because of

his head and face, but also his

walked, wet

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could actually speak