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

felt a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship

impossible for Caspian to give his body

out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer to the

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

this moment,

fixed his eyes on the

moment later, a bright light flashed in his

vague shadow appeared

like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow became

present fixed their eyes

moment, they all looked

the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking

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

Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared

noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

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

did he come back? And why did

at each other, but became more and

this scene was

something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

his head and face, but also his

walked, wet footprints could

disaster and horror were pushing

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak at