The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

The terrifying might that the silver-armored devil was exerting caused the ground beneath the feet to begin to shatter and collapse.

Cracks appeared in the air around him, as if they were spider webs.

They spread out in all directions, as if they would collapse in the next moment.

In the distance, tens of thousands of underground devils were gathered.

Like those who had just been killed by Caspian, these underground devils were tall and thin, with ferocious faces.

Originally, these underground devils were all as solemn as an army.

But, the void was shaking and the blood was tragic.

As the silver-armored devil suddenly stood up, his momentum was monstrous, like a volcano erupting.

The large group of underground devils were so scared that they immediately knelt on the ground and trembled.

However, among the violent airflow, only one person sitting next to the silver-armored devil was sitting still on the spot.

The man was wearing a wide brown cloak, which covered his whole body.

It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

However, the fierce wind at the moment could not blow the cloak off his body at all.

From this, it could be seen that the strength of the man under the cloak could not be underestimated.

After a while, the viciousness in the silver-armored devil’s eyes gradually dissipated.

The violent aura gradually calmed down.

However, this kind of silence gave people a feeling of tranquility before the storm, which made people feel even more depressed.

A faint voice came from under the cloak, “Prince, did something happen?”

Judging from the voice, it was a young man, but people still couldn’t see his face clearly at this moment.

From the way he addressed the silver-armored devil, people could tell that the silver-armored devil was the son of a certain king among the underground devils.

Because only the son of a certain king could be called Prince.

If Flame Gordon knew of this news at this moment, he would probably be so shocked that he would not be able to speak.

This was because the underground devils that he had defeated earlier were all like barbaric tribes.

Forget about the nobles.

leader could only be

was a division of status that only

appearance of the underground devil people made people feel

devil was of noble status

Realm Master, and his silver

even an exquisite runes

was flowing like water, flashing with mysterious

ones killed by Caspian previously, they all gave

and those defeated by Flame Gordon were like people in

stronger, but

man’s words, the silver-armored devil’s eyes narrowed and

my teams that were sent out just

he turned his head and looked

as a sharp sword, as if he was going to pierce

two of

The man under the cloak asked in

me you don’t find it strange?” The silver-armored

it.” The man under the cloak

he seemed to realize something and

a delicate and

that I

but his gloomy face showed what

angry at the attitude

he smiled and said, “So,

trust?” The silver-armored Devil

the

man was sitting, his height could

to

how tall he was, but they could tell

while the cloaked man was only a little taller than the

much higher than him and in a state of anger, the cloaked man’s aura was not the

are also dead, so I don’t have anything to explain to you, because I didn’t do it, and I don’t know anything about it.” The cloaked man

want to know what’s going on more than

that these words were adding fuel to the silver-armored Devil’s

Hong!

was surrounded by a fierce wind, like a

Crack! Crack! Crack!

pieces of the ground under his