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

heart skipped

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had

was impossible for Caspian to give his body

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much

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

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

his eyes

later, a bright light flashed

vague shadow appeared in

was very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in

shadow

present fixed their eyes

next moment, they all

and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead

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

with one hand by someone. Even if the monster

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm

old man who was holding the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the

very timid and had no other skills, but he

that time, he saw that the momentum was not right and decisively slipped away,

now, why did he come back? And why did

but

this scene

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features were

face, but also his

he walked, wet footprints could

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

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