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.

thought is destroyed now,

hope that I can use it to temper

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

You don’t

so bad…”

this when

be directly refined and absorbed without any

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

one behind the Gates of Hell

like mockery no matter how one looked

won’t argue

just woken up, and his mind must not be

his heart and continued

from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent

Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable

time, the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered

palm above the Gates of Hell

bang, the wisp of black devil

at this,

anxious, Caspian still resisted the

man behind the Gates of

the black smoke was dispersed, the giant hand’s fist did not

airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power and drilled

crash coming from the

like running water rushing and

didn’t last

meal, the palm

elixir, which was the size of an adult’s

still smaller than sesame seeds

is…” Caspian looked inside and

the elixir refined

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

elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and

clenched his hand and refined a elixir

the one behind Gates of Hell

done in Caspian’s sea

Now… You can… Directly… Absorb

refine it?”

You can’t…

words were fine, but the

lazy