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

heart skipped a

behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had become

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to the

the present cultivators, which were holding their

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made

his eyes

later, a bright light flashed

vague shadow appeared

very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in

shadow

fixed their eyes

moment, they

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 was now as dead

was mistakenly thought to be

monster now

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin

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

skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity

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

he come back? And why did he come back in such

but became more and more

scene was

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s

his head and face, but also his whole

walked, wet footprints

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

situation was not right, so

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak at