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 hammer hitting everyone’s

heart skipped a

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

it was impossible for Caspian to

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer

the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t

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

eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed in

vague shadow appeared in

a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow became

fixed their eyes on

moment, they

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 with normal

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm

so surprised was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one

very timid and had no other skills, but he had

right and decisively slipped away, so he

now, why did he come back? And why

each other, but became more

this scene

someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

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

his head and face, but also his whole body

walked, wet footprints could

if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could