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.

like a light

heart skipped

a throb behind

“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 relationship

it was impossible for Caspian to give his

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to the

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

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

his eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed

vague shadow appeared

was very strange, like a large ball of

shadow became

their eyes on

moment, they all

at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in

Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it

noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos

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

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

back? And why did he come back

but became

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted because of extreme

only his head and face, but also his whole body

walked, wet footprints could

disaster and horror

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak at this