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.

a light hammer hitting

skipped

behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian to give

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer

which were holding their weapons,

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

eyes on

later, a bright light

vague shadow appeared in the

like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow

fixed their

next moment, they all looked

and what it

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

one hand by someone. Even if the monster now

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

who was holding the cotton whip was the one

timid and had no other skills, but he had a

right and decisively slipped away, so

come back? And why

each other, but became

this scene was too

something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial features were twisted because of

his head and face, but

walked, wet footprints could

and horror were pushing

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could actually speak