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 hitting

heart skipped

throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

since he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to

it was impossible for Caspian to give his

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer

which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but

seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment,

his eyes on the

moment later, a bright

shadow appeared in the

large ball of cotton, floating

the shadow became

their

moment, they

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

to be floating in the air, the reason

by someone. Even if the monster

one noticed the

holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped

timid and had no other skills, but

was not right and

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

each other, but became

scene was

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial features were twisted because of extreme

only his head and face, but also his whole body was

walked, wet

a great disaster and horror were

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

this old man could actually