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

heart skipped

felt a throb behind the

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

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

was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

the voice was obviously much closer to the

which were holding their

seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so

his eyes

moment later, a bright light

vague shadow appeared

like a large ball of cotton, floating in the

shadow became

fixed their eyes

moment, they

and what it

thought to be floating

over its head with one hand by someone. Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when compared with normal

the darkness, no one noticed the thin arm under the

the cotton whip was the one who had slipped away when the

was very timid and had no other skills, but he

and decisively

come back? And why

but

scene

someone found something

”Look at his face…”

the old man’s facial

face, but

he walked, wet footprints could

as if a great disaster and horror were pushing him toward

crowd, some cultivators saw that the situation was not

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

was that this old man could actually speak at this