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

heart skipped

a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them

Caspian to give

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer to the

present cultivators, which were holding their

mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made

fixed his eyes on

moment later, a bright light

vague shadow appeared in

strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in

shadow became

present fixed their eyes

they all

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

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

someone. Even if the monster now looked like

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the

was very timid and had no other skills,

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

why did he come back? And why did he

but became

scene was

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

looked over and found that the old man’s

but also his

he walked, wet footprints

disaster and

some cultivators saw that the situation was not right,

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at this