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 hitting everyone’s

skipped

felt a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between

such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

out of

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much closer to the

were

mercury at this moment, so heavy that

eyes

bright light

shadow appeared in the

like a large ball

shadow

their

they all

the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive

was mistakenly thought to be floating

over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it

one noticed the thin arm under the

was that the old man who was holding the cotton whip was the

no other skills, but he had a good grasp of the

right and decisively slipped away, so he

now, why did he come back? And why did

looked at each other, but became more

scene

something wrong with this old

”Look at his face…”

that the old man’s facial features were

only his head and face, but also his

wet

was as if a great disaster and horror were

not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at the old

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at