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.

thought is destroyed now, it won’t cause any

a while and then asked, “I hope

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian was

Refine it… You don’t

are so

like this when you spoke in

be directly refined and absorbed

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

The one behind the Gates of Hell

sounded like mockery no matter how one looked at

I won’t

has just woken up, and his mind must not be

continued to ask, “How should

of divine sense came from the Devil Prince,

the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that

behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered

giant palm above the Gates of

of black devil thought let out a sharp

at this, Caspian

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the

he knew that the man behind

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

eye appeared around him. The

crash coming from the

was like running water rushing

process didn’t last

about a meal, the

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

although this elixir was huge, it was still

is…” Caspian looked inside and looked at the

refined by the

the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique was completely beyond his

required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural

behind the Gates of Hell just clenched his hand and refined a elixir in a short

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

done

Now… You can… Directly… Absorb

you refine it?”

You can’t…

but the last one sounded like a

lazy to argue with