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.

if this strand of divine thought is destroyed now, it won’t cause any immediate reaction

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

Caspian was

You don’t need to…

so bad…” Caspian

never gasped like this when

could be directly refined and absorbed without

a more convenient method, but when this guy

one behind the

no matter how one

won’t argue

has just woken up, and his mind must not be very

continued to

sense came from the Devil

could bring would definitely

the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

towering giant palm above the

wisp of black devil thought let out a sharp wail

this,

became anxious, Caspian

the man behind the

after the black smoke was dispersed, the giant hand’s

around him. The airflow turned into beams

Caspian heard a crash coming

sound was like running water

process didn’t last

about a meal,

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

still smaller than sesame seeds compared to

looked inside

refined by the devil

surprised Caspian was not that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an elixir, but that this elixir refining technique was completely

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

Hell just clenched his hand and refined a elixir in a

behind Gates of Hell didn’t

this was all done

can… Directly…

you refine it?” Caspian

Method… Now… You can’t… Master

were fine, but the last one sounded like

was too lazy