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.

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

for a while and then asked, “I hope that I can use it

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

Refine it… You don’t need

are so bad…” Caspian

like this when you spoke in the

directly refined and absorbed

convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it

behind the Gates of Hell

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one

I won’t

woken up, and his mind must

in his heart and continued

from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst

his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of realm improvement

one behind the Gates of Hell did

giant palm above the Gates of Hell

wisp of black devil thought let out a

this,

anxious, Caspian still

knew that the man behind the Gates of

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

of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The

crash coming from

like running water

process didn’t

about a meal, the palm

size of an adult’s fist,

was huge, it was still smaller

Caspian looked inside and looked at

refined by

the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that

the knowledge of Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other

man behind the Gates of Hell just clenched his hand

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

this was all done

You can… Directly… Absorb

refine it?”

Now… You can’t…

words were fine, but the last one

lazy