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

skipped a

throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the

Caspian to give his body to

am out of my

“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 the

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much

were holding their weapons,

have solidified into mercury at this moment,

eyes on the

later, a bright light flashed in his

appeared

a large ball of cotton, floating in

the shadow

fixed 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 large

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the

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

one noticed the thin arm under

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

had no other skills, but he had a good grasp

and decisively

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

other, but

scene was

found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were twisted because

only his head and face, but also his whole body was

he walked, wet footprints could be

if a great disaster and horror

saw that the situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually