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

heart skipped a

felt a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

impossible for Caspian

am out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer to the

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

have solidified into mercury at this

eyes on the

later, a bright light

appeared

a large ball of

shadow

their eyes on

moment, they

No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be

lifted over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin

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

timid and had no other skills, but he

not right and decisively slipped

And why did he come back in

but

this scene was too

someone found something

”Look at his face…”

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

but

walked, wet footprints could

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old