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.

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

then asked, “I hope that I can use it to temper

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

Refine it… You don’t need to…

so bad…”

like this when you spoke

refined and

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

The one behind the Gates of

like mockery no matter how one looked at

it, I won’t argue

woken up, and his mind

his heart and continued to ask, “How should

divine sense came from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst Palace Realm

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

of Hell did not speak, but

above the Gates of Hell

black devil thought let out a sharp wail and

this,

anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge to

behind the Gates of

smoke was dispersed, the giant hand’s

of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power and

crash coming

running water

didn’t

meal, the

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

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

looked inside and looked

elixir refined by the

Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that

alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural

of Hell just clenched his hand and refined a elixir

one behind Gates of Hell

all done in Caspian’s sea

Now… You can… Directly… Absorb

did you refine it?”

You

were fine, but the last one

lazy