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 everyone’s

skipped a

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

the Gates of Hell coveted his body

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously

were holding their

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

eyes

later, a bright light

vague shadow appeared

strange, like a large ball of cotton,

the shadow became

fixed their eyes on

they all

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

thought to be

Even if the monster now

darkness, no one noticed

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

had no other skills, but he had a

momentum was not right and

why did he come back? And why did

but became more and more

this scene was

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

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

only his head and face, but also

he walked, wet footprints could be

if a great disaster and horror were pushing

situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

shocked was that this old man could