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.

now, it

hope that I can use it to temper my

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

You don’t need to…

are so

like this when you spoke in

be directly refined and absorbed without any

a more convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that he didn’t mean

The one behind the Gates of

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter

I won’t argue with him

has just woken up, and his mind

comforted himself in his heart and continued to

Devil Prince,

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

of Hell did not speak,

the Gates

of black devil thought let out

at this,

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted

the man behind the Gates

after the black smoke was dispersed, the

of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him.

heard a crash

running water rushing

didn’t

a meal, the

of an adult’s fist, appeared in the big

course, although this elixir was huge, it was still smaller

Caspian looked inside and looked at the

it the elixir refined by

not that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this

of Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other

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

Gates of Hell didn’t

done

You can… Directly…

did you refine

Method… Now… You can’t… Master it…

fine, but the last

lazy to