The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian immediately understood when he looked down at the hornet’s nest-like ground.

Magical power unleashed by the Devil Prince was capable of corroding the earth.

Not only did it corrode to both sides, but it also corroded to the place near the surface when it went up. If it lasted longer, the ground covered by the rock would not be like a hornet’s nest at this moment.

Instead, it would directly become an empty pit leading to the ground.

Now that he had flown out of the ground, Caspian did not intend to go back.

“Don’t… Leave…” Just as he was about to direct his spirit boat back, Caspian suddenly heard the one behind the Gates of Hell had spoke.

“Why?”

“That fellow… Is about to disappear…”

Caspian immediately looked into sea of consciousness.

The Divine Soul, which had been on the verge of death, became paler at this moment.

Not to mention being imprisoned, he was afraid that even if he blew a breath now, he could make it disappear into thin air.

“How could this be?” Caspian frowned.

“No… It’s not me… It’s your… Magic weapon… It cut off… The connection between him and the main body…”

It was rare for this one behind the Gates of Hell to be patient enough to explain.

However, after hearing what the other party said, Caspian understood.

The wisp of Divine Sense separated from the Devil Prince’s body was like the relationship between a river and a branch.

If the connection between the river and the branch was cut off, the branch would gradually dry up.

What’s more, there was a big sun behind the Gates of Hell shining next to the branch.

It was already very good that it could hold on until now and it was not dried up.

After being reminded by the other party, Caspian thought of another thing.

“Will the main body immediately sense this wisp of divine thought and then rush over?”

“Your… Magic weapon… Is completely… Completely cut off… Connection… The separated… Divine Sense… Is independent… Individual…”

Fortunately, Caspian was used to communicating with the one behind the Gates of Hell.

Otherwise, another person would not have been able to understand these intermittent words.

this strand of divine thought is destroyed now, it won’t cause any immediate reaction from

asked, “I hope that I can use it to temper my

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

Refine it… You don’t need

are so bad…” Caspian

when you spoke in the

be directly refined and

convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that he didn’t mean

The one behind the Gates of

mockery no matter how one looked at

I won’t argue with

his mind

in his heart and continued to ask, “How should I refine

the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst Palace Realm

could bring would definitely be

one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

towering giant palm above the Gates of Hell suddenly

bang, the wisp of black devil thought

this, Caspian was

he subconsciously became anxious, Caspian

that the man behind the Gates of Hell was

enough, after the black smoke was dispersed, the giant hand’s fist

appeared around him. The airflow turned

Caspian heard a crash coming from the

like running

process didn’t last

a meal, the palm

of an adult’s

was huge, it was still smaller than sesame seeds

looked inside and looked

the elixir refined by

be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir

Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other special methods

of Hell just clenched his hand and refined

the whole process, the one behind Gates of

was all done in Caspian’s sea of

You can…

you refine it?” Caspian

You can’t… Master it…

were fine, but the last one sounded like a

too lazy