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.

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

“I hope that I can use it to temper

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

can… Refine it… You

are so

gasped like this when you spoke

could be directly refined and

guy first said it,

The one behind the Gates of Hell

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one looked at

won’t argue with him

just woken up, and his mind

heart and continued to ask, “How

wisp of divine sense came from the Devil

could refine it and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be

the Gates of Hell did not speak,

palm above the Gates

wisp of black devil thought let out a sharp wail

this, Caspian was

Caspian still resisted the urge

knew that the man behind the Gates

dispersed, the giant hand’s fist did not

around him. The airflow turned into beams of power and drilled

Caspian heard a crash coming from the

was like running water rushing

process didn’t

a meal,

was the size of an adult’s fist, appeared

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

looked inside and looked

it the elixir refined by

that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir,

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

Hell just clenched his hand and refined a elixir in a

the whole process, the one behind Gates

all done

Now… You can…

refine it?” Caspian

Method… Now… You can’t…

were fine, but

Caspian was too lazy