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.

like a light hammer

heart skipped

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

coveted his body and wanted to occupy it,

it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously much closer

were holding their weapons,

air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people

eyes on

a bright light flashed

appeared in

a large ball

shadow became

present fixed their

they

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

cotton wool was mistakenly thought to be floating in the

Even if the monster now looked like cotton, it was still huge when

no one noticed the thin

who was holding the cotton whip was

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, so he was not involved

why did he come back? And why

looked at each other, but became more and more

this scene

something wrong with

”Look at his face…”

man’s facial

and face, but also his whole body was

he walked, wet footprints could be

great disaster and horror were pushing

was not right, so they drew their arrows and aimed

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

everyone shocked was that this old man could actually