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

heart skipped

behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

of Hell coveted his body and wanted

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding

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

fixed his eyes

later, a bright

appeared in the

strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating

shadow became

present fixed their

they all looked

thing was the monster that had almost 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

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

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

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 had a good grasp of the

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not involved in the

come back? And why did he come back in such a strange

each other, but became more

scene

found something wrong with this

”Look at his face…”

old man’s facial features

his head and face, but also his

wet footprints

and horror were

situation was not right, so they drew

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old