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

heart skipped a

behind the

“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 become

it was impossible for Caspian

I am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their

at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel

fixed his eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed in

shadow appeared

a large ball

the shadow

fixed their

they all

looked like at the beginning and what it

thought to be floating in the air, the reason was

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

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

everyone was 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 a good grasp of the opportunity

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

why did he come

looked at each other, but

this scene was too

found something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial

his head and face, but

walked, wet

great disaster and

was not right, so they drew their

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man could actually speak