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.

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

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

You don’t need

so bad…” Caspian

gasped like this when you spoke in the

refined and

convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it

behind the Gates of

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one looked at

I won’t

up, and his mind

and continued to ask,

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

his Divine Sense, the effect it could

Gates of

towering giant palm above the Gates of

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

at this, Caspian was

anxious, Caspian

the man behind the Gates

dispersed, the giant hand’s fist did not

time, wisps of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power

crash coming

like running water rushing

process didn’t

meal,

the size of

was huge, it was still smaller than sesame seeds compared

looked inside and

it the elixir refined

be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique

required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other special

the man behind the Gates of Hell just clenched his

Gates of Hell didn’t use any

was all done in Caspian’s sea

can… Directly… Absorb

did you refine it?”

You

were fine, but the last one

Caspian was too lazy to argue