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

asked, “I hope that I

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

Refine it… You don’t

so bad…”

never gasped like this when you spoke in

directly refined

guy first said it, it was clear that he didn’t mean

The one behind the

no matter how one looked at

won’t argue with

woken up, and his mind must not be very

in his heart and continued

divine sense came from the Devil Prince, who

Divine Sense, the effect it could bring

the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

the

black devil thought let out a sharp wail

at this, Caspian

he subconsciously became anxious, Caspian

man behind the Gates of Hell was

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

naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into

heard a crash coming

running

didn’t

a meal, the palm

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

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

Caspian looked inside

refined by the

surprised Caspian was 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

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

whole process, the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t use

done in Caspian’s

can… Directly… Absorb

did you refine

You can’t… Master it…

few words were fine, but the

Caspian was too lazy to argue