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

behind the Gates

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

it was impossible for Caspian to give

am out

“Listen… Listen to me…”

it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much

cultivators, which were holding their

into mercury at this moment, so heavy that

eyes

moment later, a bright light flashed

appeared in

very strange, like a large ball of cotton, floating in the

the shadow

fixed their eyes on

they all

like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of Caspian crushed it, it was now as dead as a large ball

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

the monster now looked like cotton, it was still

with the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under

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

very timid and had no other skills, but

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was

back? And why did

other, but became more and

scene

soon, someone found something

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial

only his head and face, but

wet footprints could

disaster and

the crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could