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.

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

asked, “I hope that I can use it to

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

it… You don’t need to…

are so bad…”

this when you spoke

directly refined

was obviously a more convenient method, but when this guy first said

behind the Gates of

sounded like mockery no matter

it, I won’t argue with him

woken up, and his mind must not

heart and continued to

divine sense came from the Devil Prince, who was

could bring would definitely be comparable

the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

towering giant palm above the Gates of

a bang, the wisp of black devil thought let out a

this,

became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge to

the man behind

black smoke was dispersed,

same time, wisps of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power and drilled into

crash

running water rushing

didn’t

a meal, the palm

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

still smaller than sesame seeds

looked inside and

elixir refined by the devil

could be condensed into an elixir, but

required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials,

Gates of Hell just clenched

whole process, the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t use

was all done in Caspian’s sea of

You can… Directly…

refine it?”

Method… Now… You

few words were fine, but the last one sounded like

was too lazy to argue