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.

is destroyed now,

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

You don’t need

are so bad…” Caspian

this when you

be directly refined and absorbed

when this guy first said it, it was clear

the Gates

mockery no matter

I won’t argue

his mind must

in his heart and continued to ask, “How should I

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

could refine it and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of realm

the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak,

towering giant palm above the Gates of Hell

the wisp of black devil thought let

at this,

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge to

he knew that the man behind the Gates of Hell was

black smoke was dispersed, the giant hand’s

of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around

heard a crash coming

like running

didn’t last

meal, the palm

the size of an adult’s

still

is…” Caspian looked inside

refined

that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining

refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire,

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

Gates of

was all done in

You can… Directly… Absorb

refine it?” Caspian

Now… You

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

Caspian was too lazy to argue with