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

and then asked, “I hope that I can

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian was

it… You don’t

so

this when you spoke

be directly refined and absorbed without

a more convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that

one behind the Gates of Hell

sounded like mockery no matter

won’t

just woken up, and his mind must not be very

in his heart and continued to

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

could bring

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

palm above the

bang, the wisp of black devil thought let out a

at this, Caspian was

he subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the

that the man behind the

after the black smoke was dispersed, the

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

crash coming from the

sound was like running water

process didn’t

about a meal, the palm

the size of an adult’s fist, appeared in

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

looked inside and looked at the

refined by the devil

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

Caspian, refining elixirs required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious

just clenched his

the whole process, the one behind Gates of

done in Caspian’s sea

Now… You can… Directly…

you refine

Method… Now… You

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

too lazy to argue