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

skipped a

a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

since he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship

impossible for Caspian

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer

cultivators, which were

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

eyes on

a bright light

vague shadow appeared

a large ball of

the shadow became

present fixed their eyes on

next moment, they all looked

monster 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 power of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as a large

thought to be floating in the

someone. Even if the monster

no one noticed the thin

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

man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had

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

why did he

each other, but

this scene

something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

but also his whole body

wet footprints could be

great disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old