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.

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

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

can… Refine it… You don’t

so

this when you spoke in

directly refined and absorbed

but when this guy first said it,

behind the Gates of

laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one

won’t argue with him

woken up, and his mind must

his heart and continued to

Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst

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

one behind the Gates of Hell did

giant palm above the Gates of Hell

bang, the wisp of black devil thought let out a sharp wail and

this, Caspian

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge

he knew that the man behind the

dispersed, the giant hand’s fist did not

visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into

Caspian heard a crash coming from the

sound was like running water rushing

process didn’t

a meal,

of

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

inside and looked at

refined by the

was not that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique was completely beyond his

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

the man behind the Gates of Hell just clenched his hand and refined a

behind Gates of Hell didn’t use any magic

all done in Caspian’s sea of

You can… Directly… Absorb

refine it?”

You can’t…

few words were fine, but the last one sounded like

Caspian was too lazy to