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.

of divine thought is destroyed now, it won’t cause

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

it… You don’t need to…

so bad…” Caspian

gasped like this when you spoke in

could be directly refined

method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that

behind the Gates of Hell

like mockery no matter how one looked

I won’t argue with

and his mind must not

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

of divine sense came from the Devil

it and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could

one behind the Gates of Hell

the Gates of Hell suddenly

a bang, the wisp of black devil thought

this, Caspian

he subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted

knew that the man behind the Gates of Hell was very

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

naked eye appeared around him. The

a crash coming from

running

didn’t

a meal, the palm

of an adult’s

this elixir was huge, it was still smaller than

inside and looked at the

the elixir refined by the devil

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

of Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural

of Hell just clenched

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

was all done

Now… You can… Directly…

did you refine it?” Caspian

You can’t… Master

words were fine, but the last

Caspian was too lazy to