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.

light hammer hitting

skipped

throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his

out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

was obviously much closer to

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help

mercury at this moment, so heavy

eyes on

a bright light flashed

vague shadow appeared in the

very strange, like a large ball

shadow became

present fixed their

moment, they

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

mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason

by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton,

darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

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

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

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

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

each other, but became more and more

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

over and found that the old man’s facial features were

face, but also

wet footprints could be

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him

not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed at

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

that this old man