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 everyone’s

skipped

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

Caspian to give his body

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much

cultivators, which were holding their

mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made

his eyes

later, a bright

vague shadow appeared in

like a large

shadow

fixed their eyes on

next moment, they

that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after

why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was

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

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped

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

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

now, why did he come back? And why did he come back in such a strange

each other, but became more and more

scene

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

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

and face, but also his

wet footprints could

disaster and horror were pushing him

crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

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