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.

a light hammer

heart skipped a

behind

“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 relationship between

it was impossible for Caspian to give his

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

saying this, Caspian no

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously

of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

at this moment, so heavy that it made

fixed his eyes on the

bright

vague shadow appeared in

large ball of cotton, floating in

the shadow

their

they all

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

thought to be floating in the air, the reason was

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

one noticed the thin arm

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

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

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

he come back? And why did he come

looked at each other, but became more and more

this scene

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s facial features were twisted

head and face, but also

walked, wet footprints could be

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

was not right, so they drew their arrows and

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could