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

heart skipped

a throb behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian

am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously

of the present cultivators, which were

into mercury at this moment, so heavy

fixed his eyes on

a bright light flashed in

shadow appeared in

large ball

shadow

their

next moment, they

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

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

someone. Even if the monster

noticed the thin arm under the monster’s

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

old man was very timid and had no other skills, but he had a good grasp of

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

he come back? And why did he come back in

looked at each other, but became more and

this scene

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial features were twisted because of

his head and face, but also his

wet footprints

disaster and horror were pushing him

In the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not right, so they

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

old man could actually speak at this