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.

now, it won’t cause any immediate reaction

“I hope that I

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

it… You don’t need

so bad…”

gasped like this when you

could be directly refined and absorbed without

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

the Gates of

laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one looked

won’t argue with him

has just woken up, and his mind must not be very

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

the Devil Prince, who was

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

the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

above the

wisp of black devil thought let out

at this, Caspian

he subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge

the man behind the Gates of Hell

dispersed, the giant hand’s fist

eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power and

Caspian heard a crash coming

was like running

didn’t last

about a meal, the

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

still smaller than sesame seeds compared to this giant

inside and looked

elixir refined by

that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir,

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

Hell just clenched

process, the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t

done in

can… Directly…

you refine it?” Caspian

Method… Now… You can’t… Master it…

first few words were fine, but the last

was too lazy to