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

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

it… You

so

this when you

be directly refined and absorbed

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

one behind the

laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one looked at

it, I won’t

just woken up, and his mind must not be very

comforted himself in his heart and continued to ask, “How

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

it and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely

the Gates of Hell did not speak,

palm above the Gates of

devil thought let out a

at this, Caspian

became anxious, Caspian still resisted the

the man behind the Gates

after the black smoke was 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

a crash coming

running

didn’t

about a meal, the palm

elixir, which was the size of an adult’s fist, appeared in the big

elixir was huge, it was still

is…” Caspian looked inside and looked

refined by

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

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

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

the one behind Gates of Hell

all done in Caspian’s sea

Now… You can… Directly… Absorb

refine it?”

You can’t… Master it…

few words were fine, but

was too lazy to argue