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.

like a light hammer

heart skipped

behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy

such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but

this

fixed his eyes

later, a bright light flashed in his

appeared in the

shadow was very strange, like a large

shadow became

present fixed their eyes

moment, they all looked

what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed

to

over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

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

was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the opportunity to

right and decisively slipped away, so

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

at each other, but became more and

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

and face, but also his whole

wet footprints

as if a great disaster and horror

that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could