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.

destroyed now, it won’t cause any immediate reaction from its main

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian was

it… You don’t need to…

so bad…”

never gasped like this when you spoke in the

refined

convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it

the

sounded like mockery no matter

I won’t argue

up, and his

in his heart and continued to ask, “How should

sense came from the Devil Prince, who was equivalent to Amethyst Palace

refine it and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely

the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak,

palm above the Gates of Hell suddenly

bang, the wisp of black devil thought let out a

this, Caspian

Caspian still

he knew that the man behind

black smoke was dispersed, the

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

a crash

sound was like running water rushing and

process didn’t

meal, the

of an adult’s

elixir was huge, it was still

Caspian looked inside and

it the elixir refined by

was not that the Divine Soul could be condensed into an

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

the Gates of Hell just clenched his hand and refined a

whole process, the one behind Gates of

this was all done in Caspian’s sea

can…

did you refine

Method… Now… You can’t… Master it…

but the last one sounded like

was too lazy