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

while and then asked, “I hope

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

Refine it… You don’t need to…

so bad…”

this when you spoke in

could be directly refined and

when this guy first said

behind the Gates of Hell

mockery no matter how one

won’t argue with him

and his mind must not

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

wisp of divine sense came from the Devil Prince,

Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to

Gates of Hell

the Gates of Hell

black devil thought let out

at this, Caspian

Caspian still resisted the urge

he knew that the man behind the Gates of

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

the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams

a crash coming from

was like running water rushing

process didn’t last

meal, the

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

although this elixir was huge, it was still smaller than sesame seeds compared

is…” Caspian looked inside and looked at the

the elixir refined by

Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique

alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other special

Gates of Hell just clenched

the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t use

was all done in Caspian’s sea of

can…

you refine it?”

Now… You

words were fine, but the last one

too lazy to argue with