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.

even if this strand of divine thought is destroyed now, it

and then asked, “I hope that I can use it to temper

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

it… You

are so bad…”

gasped like this when you spoke in

directly refined and absorbed without any

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

the Gates of Hell

no matter how one looked

it, I won’t argue with him

just woken up, and his mind must not be

continued to

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

improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to

one behind the Gates of Hell did not

above the Gates of

black devil thought let out

at this,

Caspian still resisted the urge to

the man behind the Gates of Hell was very

smoke was dispersed, the giant

time, wisps of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow

crash

sound was like running water rushing

didn’t last

meal, the palm

green elixir, which was the size of an adult’s

was still smaller

is…” Caspian looked inside and

refined by the

could be condensed into an elixir, but that this

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

the Gates of Hell just clenched his

the whole process, the one behind Gates of

was all done in Caspian’s sea of

You can… Directly…

you refine

You

few words were fine, but

was too lazy to argue