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.

divine thought is destroyed now, it

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian

Refine it… You

are so bad…”

this when you spoke

refined and absorbed

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

behind the Gates of Hell

this laughter sounded like mockery no matter

won’t argue with

up, and his

his heart and continued to ask,

Devil Prince,

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

the one behind the Gates of Hell did

towering giant palm above the Gates of Hell

a bang, the wisp of black devil thought let out

at this, Caspian was

became anxious, Caspian

he knew that the man behind the Gates of Hell was very

dispersed,

the same time, wisps of airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around him. The airflow turned into beams of power

heard a crash coming from the

running water rushing

didn’t

meal, the

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

still smaller than sesame

Caspian looked inside and looked

it the elixir refined by the devil

condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique was completely beyond his

alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire, natural precious materials, and other special methods

the Gates of Hell just clenched

the one behind Gates of

was all done in

You can…

refine it?” Caspian

Method… Now… You can’t… Master it…

were fine, but the last one sounded like a

Caspian was too lazy to argue