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

behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Hell coveted his body

impossible for Caspian to give his body

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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 focused his eyes

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

time, the voice was obviously much

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

into mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes on the

later, a bright light flashed in his

shadow appeared

strange, like a large ball of cotton,

shadow became

fixed their eyes on

they all looked

that had almost 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

to be floating

someone. Even if the monster now looked

no one noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

other skills,

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

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

looked at each other, but became more

this scene was

someone found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial features were twisted

only his head and face, but also his whole

walked, wet footprints

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing

the situation was not right, so

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old