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.

of divine thought is destroyed now, it won’t cause any immediate reaction from its main

while and then asked, “I hope that

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

Refine it… You don’t

are so bad…” Caspian

like this when you spoke in

directly refined and absorbed

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

one behind the Gates of Hell

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one

I won’t argue

and his

and continued to ask, “How should I

from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst

Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of

Gates of Hell did not speak, but answered

palm above the Gates of Hell suddenly

of black devil thought let out

at this, Caspian

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still resisted the urge to

man behind the Gates

black smoke was dispersed, the giant hand’s fist

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

crash coming from

running water rushing and

process didn’t

about a meal, the palm

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

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

inside and looked at

the elixir refined by the devil

Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique

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

clenched

the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t use any magic

done in

can…

refine it?”

Now… You can’t… Master it…

first few words were fine, but the last one

lazy