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.

a light hammer hitting everyone’s

heart skipped a

a throb behind

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

saying this, Caspian no longer paid

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

obviously much

hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people

eyes on

a bright light flashed in his

vague shadow appeared in

very strange, like a large

the shadow

their eyes on

they all looked

No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after

this cotton wool was mistakenly thought to

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

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

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

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

momentum was not right and decisively slipped away,

why did he come back in such

other, but became more and

this scene

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial features were twisted because of extreme

face, but also his whole body was

wet footprints

disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

that the situation was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old man could actually