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,

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

“You can’t… Use it…”

this, Caspian

it… You don’t need

so bad…” Caspian

gasped like this when

could be directly refined and absorbed without any

obviously a more convenient method, but when this guy first said it, it was clear that

behind the

laughter sounded like mockery no matter how one looked

won’t argue with him

has just woken up, and his mind

in his heart and continued to ask, “How should I refine

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

and improve his Divine Sense, the effect it could bring would definitely be comparable to that of realm improvement

the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but

giant palm above the Gates

of black devil thought let out a sharp wail

at this, Caspian

subconsciously became anxious, Caspian still

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

was dispersed, the giant

the naked eye appeared around

a crash

sound was like running water

process didn’t last

meal,

which was the size of an

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

Caspian looked inside

refined by the devil

not that the Divine Soul could be condensed into

required alchemy furnaces, alchemy fire,

the man behind the Gates of Hell just clenched

the whole process, the one behind Gates of Hell didn’t use

was all done

You can… Directly…

refine it?” Caspian

You can’t… Master

first few words were fine, but the

too lazy to