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

heart skipped

a throb behind the Gates of

“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 occupy it, the relationship between them had become

was impossible for Caspian

I am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

which were holding their

this moment,

eyes

a bright light

appeared

very strange, like a large ball

the shadow

fixed their eyes

next moment, they

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

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

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

noticed the

the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away

had no other skills, but he had a good grasp

momentum was not right and decisively slipped away, so he

now, why did he come back? And why did

but became more

scene

something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were twisted

only his head and face, but also

wet

a great disaster and horror were

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could