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

hope that I can use it to temper

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

You don’t

so

like this when you spoke

directly refined

method, but when this guy first said it, it

The one behind the

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one

won’t

has just woken up, and his mind must

himself in his heart and continued to

from the Devil Prince, who

the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of realm

behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

above the Gates of Hell suddenly

of black devil

this,

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge

man behind the Gates of Hell was very

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

around him. The airflow turned into

heard a crash coming from the

running water

process didn’t

meal, the

which was the size of

although this elixir was huge, it was still smaller than sesame

is…” Caspian looked inside and looked at

the elixir refined by the devil

Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this

refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other special methods

Gates of Hell just clenched his hand and refined

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

this was all done in Caspian’s

Now… You can… Directly…

you refine it?” Caspian

You can’t… Master it…

first few words were fine, but the last one sounded like a

Caspian was too lazy to argue