The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The demonic rat’s body was very small.

Now that it was pierced through by Caspian’s finger, it felt as if it had been poked on his index finger.

A look of disbelief appeared in it’s eyes.

The demon’s body was known for its strong Blood Soul and exceptionally condensed.

This was especially true for demons who had reached the shape-shifting stage.

In terms of physical strength, they were several times stronger than cultivators at the same level.

It was understandable that cultivators could hurt them with magic weapon.

Now, a cultivator had pierced its body with just a finger.

The demonic rat had never thought of such a thing in the past, let alone seen it.

“I…” The demonic rat grimaced and looked ferocious.

It seemed to want to say something more.

But, a thin blood arrow shot out from its shoulder.

Sizzle!

The blood arrow just happened to enter its mouth, and it suddenly choked and coughed.

Just as the demonic rat spat out blood, another blood arrow shot out.

Before it could react, it was sizzling.

Suddenly, it turned into a sieve.

It was densely packed and shot out countless blood arrows.

Each blood arrow was as thick as a silver needle, but at this moment, there were countless arrows all over its body.

At first glance, it looked as if it had grown grass all over its body.

Feeling that the vitality was flying away from his body with the blood arrow, the demonic rat’s eyes suddenly showed extreme fear.

It could sense that all of this was because of Caspian’s finger.

The demon rat raised its head subconsciously and saw Caspian’s bone-chilling eyes.

Swoosh!

The line of blood suddenly shook, as if it was pulled by a great force.

suddenly opened, contracted,

process was as fast as

body was instantly torn into

it did not

blood fog, a scarlet light

if it had been

a deep breath and

left rib. The wound seemed to have been cut open by a sharp

current body, let alone such

black Qi seemed to stop Caspian’s wound

the condensed vigor and strong body, the

a long-term wound

gaze of Caspian, a red light appeared on the edge

vigor of the demonic rat that

to treat

surged a few times, and then was squeezed out of

of the black mist, part of

an eye, there was no

four-inch-long wounds on Caspian’s waist and

troublesome…” Caspian put down his robe

of the wound. According to this, the remaining four inches still needed to be filled with the vigor of

shape-shifting stage

were equivalent to

it were other cultivators, they would either be so scared that their legs went limp or they would

were full of

of Heavenly Spirit Realm, but I

things from his storage pouch and stuffed them into

was the tails of the Red

to absorb the fire poison in it, she had to use the scorpion

she could refine it into an elixir through all kinds

could she

ordinary cultivators would not be able to

Law of a Hunting Whale was

a click, the poisonous

opened his mouth

Phew!

spat out a mouthful of

and

of Caspian was the big pit where

The pit was empty.

in the

the void in front of

“Blood Sacrifice Grand Magic!”