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.

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

asked, “I hope that

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian was

You don’t

are so

never gasped like this when you spoke in the

be directly refined and absorbed without

method, but when this guy

one behind the

laughter sounded like mockery no

won’t argue with him

woken up, and his

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

Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst Palace Realm

the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of realm improvement brought

Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered with

giant palm above the Gates of Hell

a bang, the wisp of black devil

this,

became anxious, Caspian

that the man behind the Gates of Hell was very

smoke was dispersed, the

around him. The airflow

crash coming

like running water

didn’t

a meal, the

which was the size of an adult’s fist, appeared in the big

it was still smaller than sesame seeds

looked inside and looked

the elixir refined

surprised Caspian was not that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir

alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other special methods to refine

behind the Gates of Hell just clenched his hand and refined

Gates of Hell didn’t use any magic

this was all done in Caspian’s sea

Now… You can…

refine

Now… You

first few words were fine, but the last one sounded

Caspian was too lazy to argue with