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.

light hammer hitting

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 between them had

for Caspian to give his body to the

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer to

of the present cultivators, which were holding

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it

his eyes on

a bright light flashed in

appeared

very strange, like a large ball of cotton,

the shadow became

fixed their eyes on

moment, they all looked

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

thought to be

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

with the darkness, no one noticed

the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the chaos had just broken

timid and had no other skills,

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

And why did he come back in such a strange

but

this scene

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted

only his head and face, but also his

walked, wet footprints could

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

situation was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually