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

heart skipped

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between

impossible for Caspian to give his

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell,

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously

cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble

at this moment, so heavy

eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed in

shadow appeared

a large

shadow

present fixed their

they

like at the beginning and what it

why this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating

lifted over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with normal

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

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

was very timid and had no other skills,

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

why did he come back in

but became more

this scene was too

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

his head and face, but

he walked, wet footprints could

was as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak