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 a

throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

Caspian

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

you have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer to

cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that

fixed his eyes on the

a bright light flashed in

vague shadow appeared

a large ball of

the shadow

present fixed their eyes on

moment, 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 of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as a large ball

wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was

with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge

noticed the

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

timid and had no other skills, but he had a good

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

back? And why did he come back in such

looked at each other, but

scene was

found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

found that the old man’s facial features were

only his head and face, but also his whole

walked, wet footprints could be

and horror were

cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak