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 a

felt a throb behind the Gates of

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted

was impossible for Caspian to give

I am out of my

“Listen… Listen to me…”

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

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

voice was obviously

present cultivators, which were holding their weapons,

to have solidified into mercury at this

his eyes on the

bright

vague shadow appeared

like a large ball of cotton, floating in the

shadow became

fixed their eyes on

they

was the monster that had almost been smashed by Caspian. No matter what the monster looked like at the beginning and what it looked like after drinking blood, after the almost explosive power of

was mistakenly thought to be floating in the air, the reason was very

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

noticed

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

other skills, but he had

was not right and decisively slipped away, so he was not

come back? And why did he come back

other, but became more and

this scene was too

soon, someone found something wrong

”Look at his face…”

and found that the old man’s

head and face, but also his

he walked, wet footprints could

disaster and horror were pushing him toward the

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

“Don’t, don’t kill me…”

left everyone shocked was that this old